I’ve been stressed lately...I’m trying to be my family's sole provider on a salary that doesn't go as far as it used to...my wife and I are expecting our third child. As I reflected on my episodes of gluttony, I realized they were preceded by a fear that if I denied myself the chocolate I would be missing out on life. I may not know what the future holds, but I knew I held that chocolate in my hand. It was mine, and no one was going to deny me the pleasure of eating it. I had chosen the lesser good of solace over the greater good of trust in God’s providence. I had traded the Holy Comforter for comfort food.
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