It’s been such a busy couple of days, that I haven’t had a lot of time to notice what’s going on in my own recovery — other than that I haven’t had any issues. I’m not eating compulsively. I’m keeping up with my exercise. I feel great. I’m good. That sounds kind of boring, but to be honest, it’s a really cool blessing.
White knuckling one’s way through recovery is exhausting. There are times when you really feel like you’re holding onto abstinence with everything you have — but that amounts to trying to maintain a grip using only the tips of your fingers. I’ve come to appreciate the many days when this whole eating right thing isn’t a struggle. I experience this more days than not. Again, it’s a blessing.
So, right now I’m going to simply enjoy it and the way that it feels. Hopefully, I’ll be able to stack another day on top of it tomorrow.
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