Oh, my poor husband. The diet is in full swing and I’m ALWAYS super moody mommy diva until my mind/body/wallet decide to get on track. Avoiding bread is like cutting off my right arm. Avoiding chocolate is like cutting off the rest of my body. Yet, here I am doing both. Every time I start a diet/eating plan/way of life/insert whatever you call your jaded belief of a weight loss program here/etc, I get excited, over share, and then fail. It isn’t about willpower, it is just about life getting in front of, around, and carried away with. So, I am simply taking it one day at a time and one day, one day I will post before and after pics. I’m already planning the outfit.
Matthew 4:4 “But he answered and said, It is written, Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God.”
See that? Biblical endorsement for chucking the bread once in a while.
Pray for my hubster’s moody mommy diva spectrometer to not break.