...that's what my husband told me last night.
He was right.
I was feeling frustrated from a meeting I had had earlier, and I had spent some time 'venting' to my husband.
When I was done, I got up:
went to the pantry
opened a bag of tortilla chips
and ate one
In the old days I would have eaten a lot more than one-I would have probably finished the bag.
I ended up drinking another cup of Pero, and ate a square of chocolate
So I'm making progress after all.
We all are.
I hope you have a good day-and find what you're looking for :)