row row row your boat?
gently down the stream
merrily, merrily, merrily...
Life is a butter dream!?
The raging hunger for butter is everywhere, when you are in withdrawal from the delicious fatness! Like a bear, I go to bed and hope that my hibernation will scale down the raging bully of my appetites.
Even the baby songs seem to advertise into my heart to reach for the icky sticky stuff that is the object of my awesome desires. They rule over me and I press them down a bit, reaching for my Crystal Light flavored Chobani{my new fat free ice cream substitute} to satiate my obsessive passions. They work for a minute or two and I give in to a piece of bread and a pat of butter to relieve my pain.
I slept off my shakes and the headache, but my conscious state is preoccupied with the constant rushing pain of trying to lessen my butter intake. The air fryer is helping with some of the other oils, but nothing replaces my pat of butter on my bread or my buttered waffle for a comfort in a pinch.
What are you comforting yourself for this week? I broke a fingernail. I stubbed my toe. I need some bread and butter! It is only fair. It has become like sucking my thumb. It needs to be subdued and I will continue to pray and confess my sins and keep striving toward my deliverance from this affliction and present addiction!
