Last Supper

I ate whatever I wanted today. And I felt like crap. But I did it because I know it's the last day.

I'm ready.

I'm ready to eat what's good for my body.

I'm ready to go back to OA.

I'm ready to face the possibility that I may never eat chocolate, cookies, pizza, and many, many things ever again.

If that's what it takes, I'm OK with that.

I'm ready to deal with how I'm going to feel when I feel deprived, when I crave, when it's hard.

I'm ready to join the community of those who are in recovery from food addiction. I'm ready.