It’s been a really long time since I wrote anything. Damn.
I’m off the wagon. I need to get back ON the wagon. Sean doesn’t know. I am scared to tell him. I know that he doesn’t read this, so this isn’t some half-assed cop-out telling.
In good news, though, I started therapy. We haven’t been talking about food issues, per se, but a lot of what we’ve been talking about touches on my food issues. Control, permissions, comfort, rebellion, punishment; it’s all in there.
I *heart* my therapist. Hope she can help with this food shit, because it’s getting old.
