… at this point to just say the hell with it and I’ll start trying again tomorrow?

So many unfortunate, frustrating, and stressful things have happened in the past 3 hours it feels like the universe is conspiring against me.

Not eating over these things is starting to feel impossible.

I’ve got two kids to put to bed and a dinner to make for myself and my husband and all I want to do is start stuffing junk in my mouth while the three of them are upstairs.

Clawing my way out of relapse is so much harder every time this happens. Right now, the thought not being a single step closer to my goal of food sobriety tomorrow is a small threat as compared to the desperate need I have for comfort right now.

I don’t know if I have the strength for this…