Today was rough. It has been 7 days post jaw surgery.

Tyler was eating Kettle cooked chips (one of my favs) in front of me. At first I let him. Then, his crunching got really annoying.

I mummbled some not-so nice words like telling him to get out of the kitchen.


Then, I just had an overwhelming thought of diving into the mac n cheese I was cooking for my family. When I say diving in-- I really mean diving in or swimming in this big pool of mac n cheese. It was a divine thought. What is happening? Food; or the thought of, is consuming me.




















I can do hard things. This too shall pass. I will be skinny when all is said and done, right?