The good news is... that while I was at the bar... I stuck to the rules. No fries. No bar pretzels. Just some water and good friends.
I am beginning to really figure out myself. This has been quite the journey so far. A struggle with food will never really go away... well that's how I feel right now. I was getting a little hungry and I needed to get to the Ship and Anchor to meet my friends... while driving I couldn't think of what I could get. The old me would have gone through Taco Bell eaten while I was in the car... and then probably eaten when I got out too. Well the new me... The new me ate a spinach salad with chicken. I don't regret it, and I don't feel sick.
It gets easier... but I still wish I didn't have the restrictions.
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