I entered Day 2 without groceries or much of a plan, but with determination. So far so good. It's the weekend, Tom's home, it's all a bit easier. I didn't make any formal declaration of starting. I just started. I've been thinking of Stacey when I want to reach for something. No longer mindless. Took a bite of buttered toast today and considered it a victory. Mindful. I ate a bite because I wanted to enjoy it, but I didn't need to eat a loaf to make retribution. It's okay.
I've got decisions to make. WW or other program or not? How do I want to utilize this crazy support that has been flooding in? I could use some time alone to sort it out, make a plan, return some emails. And get rid of this cold that's contributing toward making this all so foggy. Pinch me, I'm doing it. Day 2. Bring it on.
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