The hardest part of this thing is that the pay off is so far away. And the relief offered by slamming junk down my gullet is immediate. So I sit as darkness looms and wait for the next day when I can eat again (because I don't want to eat at night after dinner) and I can't wait because I feel shaky and alone. Like I'm hanging on a rope ladder from a helicopter.

Time to set a goal.
Setting goals and working toward them is supposed to be good for self esteem.
Here's a goal:
Walk for 20 minutes tomorrow.
Keep going with the wheat free, sugar free food plan. And let go of dairy again.
Yeah! You go girl!!!