I'm grateful that I don't get up and make cinnamon rolls every morning, cause I did yesterday and then I ate about a dozen of them. It was like they were the best thing I'd ever eaten (which they definitely were not). I spent the day alternating between pride at what a good baker I am - which I had to confirm by having another cinnamon roll every few minutes - and total disgust at my lack of self-control - which I demonstrated with the same behavior.
So today? What makes me grateful?
At least that's over.
Hey. It's a start.