Better than Mac ‘n Cheese
I will admit to anyone anywhere that I have food issues. I LOVE food. But worse than that, it’s my default if I’m feeling happy, sad, angry, lonely, bored, celebratory, stressed…etc. I run to the fridge pretty much whenever I have an emotion because I just know a slice of cheese will help somehow. But it doesn’t. It just adds another layer. I start feeling guilty for my bad eating habits on top of everything else.
I’m getting married soon. And the thing I just thought this morning is that being in his arms is better than Mac ‘n Cheese. My fiancee is my ultimate comfort. Better than food.
In my world – Love doesn’t get much better than that.
What is your comfort? Who (or what) do you run to when you need an anchor to hold onto to weather the storm of life?
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