IT WAS NOT A GOOD ENOUGH REASON
Yesterday I left the house around 4:45 – didn’t get back home until after 9:00. That was a pretty risky situation I put myself in. I didn’t realize I was going to be gone that long, and not only did I not have dinner before 6:30, I was in Walmart at 8:30 looking at the snacks by the cash register. “I need something to hold me over until I get home.” That seemed like an excellent reason to grab a small bag of —— (don’t know which one, they all kind of blurred together) But again, I am sooo glad I don’t have amnesia. I thank God I don’t have amnesia. Even though it was 8:30pm, I was not going to starve to death if I waited until I got home to have my meal. I didn’t need a snack. And it wasn’t a good enough reason to put myself through the torment that the small bag of —- brings.
Yes, 9:15pm was too late to eat dinner. And I did adjust it, and had soup. But I went to bed at peace.