I confess....
For some reason, eating well has become easy. Maybe it's a matter of maturity. Maybe it's just a different environment. (No longer living with the circus-food freak that is my ex-husband?) Whatever the difference. I feel so positive about food these days. It's something to prepare, create and indulge in. It's like somewhere along the way it lost its hold on me and became something I could work with instead of fight. OK, this is a rambling thought. I'm done. I suppose I could've just said, "I confess, I love veggies!"
