Blessed. It feels like I’m blessed
when I’ve gone through a challenge,
emerging safely. Like a bounteous meal
with foods I know set off triggers in me,
that set me on a binge at least until Valentines.
I know how the comfort feels,
right choices made.

But what about those banquets
I may yield to? How can i face myself
after I have yielded to the trigger foods,
to the tradition, to the temptation, to the food?
I can feel blessed then as well. For I am.
I have a program that works, one day at a time
and Black Friday can be my red letter day,
my first day of refusing to yield, of surrender
to the Higher Power who can hold my course
when I’m a wreck. I am blessed by the day after
the day I made myself miserable
if I accept the fact I’m powerless,
my life unmanageable, and turn it over.
I am blessed in the valley and on the mountain!