Feelings....I have them. Lots of them. And some times they get hurt. Having 4 little boys that don't think at all about what comes out of their mouths I've learned to let a lot of things slide. But.sometimes.I.just.can't. When that happens I usually turn to food. Lots.of.food.
The last three days of stunk. Stunk big time and I've had lots of hurt feelings. However, this time I haven't turned to food. I'm not sure what's changed, but I just haven't done it. It wasn't anything intentional, but it just hasn't happened. Tonight I realized that through all my hurt I haven't once walked to the pantry and just started eating like I normally do. That's a BIG deal for me. A really huge deal for me. The hurt is still there. As a matter of fact I feel like crying as I write this and I probably should. It would probably be good for me. But when does a momma of four have time to cry? Hurt feelings will pass eventually, and right now I'm feeling proud of the fact that I haven't turned to food. It's nice to feel good about something in the midst of the hurt.