A new beginning. That's what I get because I finally found the guts to ask. To admit. Like a addict. If I don't get some professional help, this is only going to get worse. I asked for a chance to get it together. It seems as if the sleeve is a sort of self inflicted intervention on myself. Don't follow the program, you will pay. One way or another.

Why it has to be this way, I do not know, but it does. I have no control. I love food. I loved working in great restaurants in hotels for 20 years. I love the wine, the dessert, the adventure, the spices, the KITCHENS! I love the Food Network, the diners, the dives! I guess I might be well served to think of it as "I've certainly had my fun". Maybe that's it...I'll need to look to enjoy my new fun. I hope exercise becomes fun. I do have my dogs and Lord knows they'd probably be willing to walk as long as I ever wanted. I think someday I'd like to do yoga

I am soooo getting ahead of myself. I need to get through this last 'anticipation' week before all that. Get my things organized. Wrap up my work at work. Create a healing environment at home.

Yeah, I'll concentrate on that to start.