Surprisingly enough, the first hurtle prehaps has been cleared--- nothing solid passed my lips the whole of yesterday. I had consumed only liquids since that little cheese and cracker incident in the wee hours of Wednesday morning after coming home from The Ottobar, until about twenty minutes ago when I had an apple. I know it is silly, but I actually feel a sense of accomplishment, and although it is too soon to see any difference, I can feel it, and I know that the first step has been taken, and it will get easier now.

Mom and Tony came over yesterday evening for me to do massages on their shoulders and cervical spines. I had managed to get my errands run after work, all hopped up on delicious iced mocha from Common Ground, I was buzzing all around the house, hugely motivated and energised. Took a nap after they left till Carm came home and we watched Project Runway and it was awesome. Atleast she was in a good mood and things between us were completely normal, and we may have a date to hang out on Sunday, if Allen is not off, since Nick is going to The Ravens' game with his dad. That would be really good for us to do an old-school, all-day affair.

It's all about keeping yourself busy or sleeping, to keep one's mind off of food, atleast to get the ball in motion and once I make a little leadway, I know that much like before, I will be able to enjoy when I indulge so much more, since I will have earned it and will be able to afford it.

Have those tickets to that Black Kids show at Fletcher's tonight, which is cool. Will have to keep the drinking to a minimum. I will be so glad to get out of here and see that beautiful boy later.