Just for today, I will forgive myself. Even though I know it is not good for me, I am sitting here having a piece of white cake with butter icing that my son brought me after he went to the food bank. I can forgive him, because he know I like cake and he went to the food bank because he is out of work. He has a choice of what is there, and he knows that I like cake as much as he does. It was a big slab, so he brought it to me to share. The same could be said about the potato chips he brought, if I get to eat them before he decides to eat my share.
