I groaned and grumbled on Wednesday but I stayed in detox, in spite of myself. Thursday I almost became a victim of something I didn’t see coming, and yesterday was a screamer.
I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!
Ice cream, I screamed, and calculated the damage to my weight-loss plan. The caloric disaster would not have been as bad as my own personal disappointment. I fast-forwarded, paused, and rewound as my mouth watered. How could she tempt me like this? She knows how I love cappuccino ice cream! I never saw it coming from her hand to my mouth! The temptation was more than I could bear. I screamed for help and looked for a way out.
Toxic thoughts of fear and discontent penetrated my bald head to the core. I am my own worst enemy. But how it hurts to be hurt by the one I love! Would Nurit succeed where Chango had failed?
I was near meltdown but the ice cream melted first. This is turning out to be harder than I expected, but thank God neither ice cream nor flowers last as long as my God’s patient love.