I go to therapy today. I always get a little anxious on therapy days as I want it so bad to be some huge ah ha moment when usually is an ok that makes sense but then I forget about it thing. I already know what I want to talk about… As I said earlier this week my binge eating. I want him to wave a magic wand and fix it but that’s impossible. It’ll take work and I think fear is holding me back. Fear I will fail again. Fear of getting thin and being found attractive. (Silly I know) fear of the hard work. But something gas to give I can’t get to almost four hundred pounds again.