Today I returned to work after being away for some stuff that has my heart completely broken.
Arriving, I learned that someone had donated cheesecake to our staff. Good cheesecake...as in, from a place noted for its cheesecake. Normally, I'd have run for the comfort in that food. I even had a friend verbalizing that very thing...maybe it'll cheer you up.
I didn't eat the cheesecake. Nothing was going to cheer me up - this is grief, not a petty mood.
And loving my body is not about stuffing it when life hurts.
Not feeling much joy in this victory, but I WILL stop and count it.