I realize my addiction was comfort. My insatiable desire for comfort led me to eat when I wasn’t hungry and sit still when I needed to move. Here are 3 points that confirmed I was addicted to comfort.
- I knew something must be done, but did nothing.
- People that love me sufferred a little each time they needed me.
- Felt a little shame a lot of the time.
“There is nothing wrong with comfort except during the moments in your life when more is demanded.”