To some people here I know that eating isn't a big deal, but for me it is. Earlierinstead of my usual p.b. sandwich and potato chip meal I grabbed the salsa out of the fridge and some tortilla chips and chowed down. I haven't had salsa in years. For some reason I was brave for an instant....and then it was gone. Now I am scared, wishing I hadn't eaten. That's why I titled this post 'triumph and pitfall'.


I know that someday I'm not just going to wake up without this fear. I know I have to work at it,but I hate how such small steps are so difficult.