Every Cloud...

Yesterday was the day our adoptive match attended hospital to see whether she had cerebral palsy or something else which would prevent her walking. We were hoping that we would have enough news for us to go back to panel. Unfortunately all they could tell us was that our match had some blood tests and we have to wait for the results.

Not exactly devastating news but enough to make me want to hit the biscuit barrel and swig lots of wine. I went to my local supermarket with every intention of buying wine. Fortunately I only went with a bit of cash in my pocket and by the time I had bought vegetables and something for dinner and some dressings on special offer I had no money left for wine! I could easily have asked hubby to pick some up on his way home but I thought about whether I really needed it and thought not really no.

So from yesterdays dark cloud I can take the silver lining that I am now a strong enough person to cope with whatever life throws at me without turning to the biscuit barrel or the wine.

Have I finally overcome my emotional eating?