By the end of college, I had gained about 20 pounds. Part of that was because I was super skinny in high school, and could stand to put on some womanly weight, haha. During those four years, though, it was hard to see the number on the scale go higher and higher. To combat those numbers, I went through different seasons of calorie counting in hopes of reaching my goal weight. I didn't skip meals, Lord knows I couldn't, and I definitely didn't over do it with exercise. But I'd

When I was younger, as I would sit down to eat whatever meal my mom had prepared for me, I would pause and stare at my food for a moment. Then, after blessing the meal, I'd start to eat. In mid chew, I'd look at my mom and ask, "Was this made with love?" And she'd chuckle and say, "Yes, of course! I always make food for you with love." And some how when I continued on with my eating, the food tasted a little bit better. Have you had a similar experience? Maybe you've got a fa