a plus side

the good thing about crying for a day and a half is that I have the kind of friends who will pick me up ice cream and run it to my door with a smile and bear hug. no judgment and no questions asked! they're good like that.

addicted!

Please do not give me chocolate. do not give me anything with icing on it either. i had a good plan and realistic goals about this easter weekend. and i tried to centre my heart on the events and the crucifiction/resurection,
but the sweetie's won.
i am an addict!
the stuff is like crack for me. i think i can have just one. but when there is so much of it around i loose all self control. i have gone off the deep end and i need to come back.(and this will not be an easy swim.)
i probably kissed a few weeks worth of hard work in the weight loss department good bye. not to mention, i did not practice the fruit of gentlesness and self control all that whole heartidly either and that is a sure sign of my problem.
unable to see where the choclate road will lead me and not really caring what i will sabotage in it's wake.
so this is my cry for help. as a general rule,
do not give me sweeties!!!
more on easter in the days to come.
HE IS RISEN! HE IS RISEN INDEED!