And the war goes on, despite everything I know my inner child won in search of comfort after an 18 hour grueling day yesterday. I was up at 6:30 to catch the ferry over to the main land for my beautiful cousins celebration of life. I had the courage to get up and speak in front over 200 people. The whole day was walk, talk, walk and talk. Finally arrived home at midnight. This morning woke up with a huge hunger. So instead of wrestling with the sugar bear I chose passionate compassion and fed the beast. Now I have 2 choices: I can beat myself up all day OR I can forgive myself and start over.