Decided I was only going to eat half my dinner and skip my PM snack completely.
Then Gabe told me how proud he was of me for working so hard at recovery and reminded me how well I’ve done NOT binging and purging. That gave me guilt. Major guilt. Episcopalian guilt isn’t as bad as Catholic guilt, but it’s right up there. So I got up out of our warm cozy bed where we were reading with each other and I went into the kitchen. I poured myself a bowl of raisin bran with milk.
And I ate it. And it is still in my tummy, not in the toilet.
Because, after all, as Heidi so perfectly put it: my meal plan is reasonable.
(And Katie is always right.)
