Saturday, December 05, 2009
That dreaded phone call came the day after Thanksgiving. Craig had passed away.
My 54 yr. old brother in law had been struggling only a few weeks with a new found health issue and it had taken his life.
When life hits you with a wrecking ball the last thing you want to do is count a calorie, but I did. I made up my mind that even when life sends you a storm, keep up your healthy lifestyle, just as you need to continue breathing. I refuse to medicate with food. I will pray, shout, cry, talk or journal, but I will NOT lean on food. Food is no longer my therapy, but rather a pleasant necessity. While I cry I will only have a Kleenex and my Bible in my hand...not a brownie.