My son, once again, spent the night in the ER last night.
My poor little man has had a rough go of it in his first 19 months, which, of course, has also taken a toll on our household.
And so I'm home from work today, trying to care for my boy while also attempting to catch up on some sleep.
It's no secret that I'm a stress-eater, regularly turning to comfort foods when I'm feeling overwhelmed, and I admit that I was THIS CLOSE to hitting the McDonald's drive-thru for a breakfast meal this morning.
But I've sworn off of fast-food for at least this first month of the new year, and so I stopped myself. I realized I wasn't even hungry and was instead turning to food because, well, that's what I always do.
And so this time I didn't indulge.
While this may sound ridiculous, for me this was the first small victory I've experienced in a while.
Here's hoping I can ride this momentum through to the next challenge that life will undoubtedly toss my way.