One month ago I received some unexpected, frightening news that will affect my entire family. I still don't know how it will all unfold, but in all honesty I haven't dealt very well with it. I know things will work out eventually, and that God is in control, but the not-knowing how it will play out is difficult.

How have I dealt? Crying a lot. And eating. I didn't realize how much my emotions turn me into an out-of-control beast. I've eaten just about every bad thing I could get my hands on. (Even when I've given myself pep talks to overcome!) It didn't help that my kids are active in sports right now, so we have been constantly on the go -- with Wendy's and McDonalds easily accessible. And my exercise plan? Ha! A regular workout left the day we received the news. Amazingly, I haven't gained but a couple pounds, but . . . I know it must stop NOW.

Tomorrow is a new day, and I love myself and my family enough to eat better, to live better. I feel stronger in just getting the words on the page. ;-)