Got it started!
It is the dawn of a new beginning. I rode the stationary bike for 20 minutes. Need batteries so the dials work. I feel motivated.
Breakfast- 1 biscuit, 1.5 slices bacon, 8 oz low fat milk.
Let's explore. I have bought and binged on food as long as I remember. I think it all started when we still lived in the city. I would steal money from my mother and buy things. That is another addiction I have- shopping. It doesn't really matter for what. It makes me feel good, in control. Food is the same way. When I am scarfing it down I feel in control. In fact, that is untrue. The truth is I am really out of control. What a lack f reality I really have of my life.
Does everyone feel like me? A scared little girl who never feels good enough? Do I never feel good enough because I was given away at birth and have that primal wound because of it? I don't really "feel" about it. I have repressed it for so long I am numb. I think I need to dredge up those feelings and deal with them.
I can't even admit to myself I have a problem. Isn't that the first step?