Bootstraps

So, in the car today, my wonderful son tells me that he is really worried about the way 'we' have been eating.  He is concerned about the fact that I am not eating what I should.

Talk about a slap in the face.  I felt like crying.  I have already been feeling like a failure and now this.

Okay, so I can sit here and feel sorry for myself or I can pull myself up by the bootstraps, take a deep breath and start again.

Back to the books, time to stop being terrified.

I can do this . . . can't I?