(the first post in this series is here: On Being a Social Outcast)
(this particular post is out of sequence. I included it because it was written at the very beginning of the experiment. However, I was still smoking at this time.)
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I’ve been abstaining from junk food and compulsive overeating for 40 days tomorrow and I’m beginning to feel like I’m slogging up-hill with it. Today was tough and the absence of weight-loss is making it doubly tough.
I go to God (Pops is my name for Him) with almost all my problems and dilemmas and we have ‘talks’ until I get my head straightened back out again. This is one of those talks.