I’m down seven pounds in two days. I think it’s because of all the tears I cried yesterday. I was depressed and angry and frustrated. But repentance is a marvelous cure and a soothing balm for the burning soul. It reminds me of putting ice on a burned finger. It brings instant relief. Yet take the ice away before the burn is healed, and it keeps on hurting. I am not ever insincere when I try to repent of my sin of overeating. Each time, I believe I will succeed. Yet foolishly, I interrupt the full repentance process (which, for me, is my Daily Checklist) and fall back into my bad, old habits.
Today, I will fight back at this black depression. Hope has replaced the despair of yesterday. Of course, new problems will arise, but I don’t have to get depressed and suicidal over them; I have to stand tall and meet them and work them out the best I can, and then go on with my life! Enduring to the end is more than a cliche. It is everything. I must endure to the end to win this battle with butter.