So, in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been a bit of a pill lately.
Perhaps it was lack of verbalizing what was bothering me (Steve’s not very supportive when it comes to work matters, in fact, his lack of enthusiasm tends to be conversely proportionate to my anger level).
So Heather and I had a good talk, in which she listened and defended my thoughts and then I satisfied that craving for sweet and sour chicken.
After which I ate some cupcake batter (come on, like you never have) and took a long hot shower.
This morning, I realized that if I just come to the conclusion that I can not change this situation and that I am not the problem, things will roll off my shoulders.  Perhaps, this will be fodder for the next unfinished book.

I confessed to Heather that I was afraid that falling back into my old eating habits (i.e. solving problems via food) I would completely lose sight of my goals.  However (much to Heather’s prediction) I am back on the wagon this morning.  Breakfast of fruit/oatmeal, lunch of salad and something good for dinner.  Back onto water because thirsting myself doesn’t solve anything.

I am glad that I am back in touch with my feelings.