Day 4

I lost the mystery weight I put on yesterday, but am back at the point I was on Tuesday. I'm fighting the urge to order something insane like fried chicken and cheesecake, because I'm dealing with some difficult, confusing emotions.

I got a call today from a hospital. My mother, who I was taken from at age 2, is there, dying of AIDS, and they want to talk to the family tomorrow at 1pm. I also have to go to court in the morning, which has been causing lots of stress. My usual response to this kind of helpless angst would be to eat, so that I literally couldn't feel the knots in my stomach. Today, I'd like to go to bed having done yoga instead.