It has now been FOUR months.
Unreal.
(actually about a week and a half past four months)
In some ways it seems like SOO much longer, in others, it feels like just a few weeks.
Last month, I had a few really hard days where the urges were almost too strong to resist.
But I did...I did, and it's been a long time since I've had any urges whatsoever. I'm eating fairly normally, and starting to take a real pleasure in food (which is a huge accomplishment for me), and I'm happy to say that a lot of my scars are fading a lot. I feel a lot more confidant, now that I don't have to constantly worry about who might see my marks.
Four months may not even be a half of a year...I may still have a lot of battles left to fight...not may, I know I do, but, that's okay. I'm better prepared to face them now.
I'm winning.
