I felt a little sick to my stomach last night. I don't know if it was the perogy pizza and cactus cut potatoes I had eaten for my last official non-scratch meal, or if it was a little bit of terror.
This morning, under the cold harsh light of day, I wondered why I would be scared. It is just food after all. Perhaps my relationship with food isn't that healthy. I had always thought we had a good give and take relationship... a good balance of health and junk, but maybe not. Maybe I am too dependant on the things I eat. It is just a year after all. It's not like I'm giving up my family, or my friends. I'm not even giving up all food. Just some of it. The part of it I take for granted and eat mindlessly.
I suppose it's true. Just like the shadows under the bed, everything looks a lot less scary in the morning.
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