These are things I use to eat. These are things I use to enjoy. But I have convinced myself I don’t like them anymore. I know that’s not true. I’m afraid of them.
How crazy is that?! Afraid of food.
I should be afraid of heights, the dark, flying (okay, I am deathly terrified of flying), tight spaces and other ‘normal’ things. But no. I’m afraid of eating a piece of cake. When I say it, I’m angry. I should be able to enjoy these things like everybody else. When will I be able to go out for dinner with my family and order a piece of cake for dessert and not think about it? But enjoy it!
The good thing is that I am eating. I haven’t eaten breakfast in 20 years and I actually look forward to it.
I guess I need to focus on those positives. One step at a time. Breakfast for now.
Ice cream eventually.