I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (I'm a Mormon). One of the programs our Church has is the Visiting Teaching program. This is where two women are assigned to visit 1-3 women each month, give a lesson, and just offer encouragement and help when needed. This way everyone in the ward (congregation) is made aware of and someone is always thinking and/or taking care of them (it's such a nice program).
I have two lovely visiting teachers: Nicole and Tiffany.
Here is what Nicole brought me yesterday:
An entire loaf of homemade white bread, and it was still hot from the oven. This was at 6:00 p.m. last night. They left my house around 7:00 p.m. last night.
As of 6:00 a.m. this morning, that same loaf of bread looked like this:
Right next to this pan are these:
One does not get to weigh 231 by accident. I can eat. And I can eat homemade white bread like there is NO TOMORROW.
Sadly, tomorrow came (it's today) and my belly is full full full of this delicious stuff. I should totally feel guilty. I really should.
But I don't because it was THAT good and what's on my mind right now is knowing that it's waiting for me at home.
Epic fail for my diet, epic win for the visiting teaching program!