I think having an eating disorder is a lot like being an alcoholic. You're never really "recovered" and some days are better than others. Today is not a good day. After pacing back and forth deciding whether or not I was going to throw up, I picked up the phone and called Daddy. I don't know who is hurting more when we have to have the same ( Read more... )

God, it's too early to be up on a Sunday morning. Unfortunately, Grommet, my 10 month old, almost 1001b puppy, has different ideas of what an acceptable time to be up on a weekend is. So here I am. It's still dark outside and yes, Grommet is back asleep at my feet, content. I, however, am wide awake. Probably because I have slugged down two ( Read more... )