My goodness, I just spent the last hour convinced it was Monday. This is not something that happens to me.
Maybe it’s because I didn’t get drunk last night. I usually get drunk on Saturday night. I only had 5 beers. That’s a binge, the “experts” tell me, but light drinking by my standards. I did forget my teacup. I weighed 286 this morning. I had a gooey calzone–2 actually–which is a mess of melted cheese and butter for dinner, but other than a small thing of natto, that was all I ate all day.
I think I am slowly getting in touch with my stomach. That is where the energy I need to release lives. As long as it is a repository for nervous energy, I will feel tension and I will feel the relaxation of that tension when I overeat.