Thirty Days

Thirty days clean. Actually, thirty-one.

I'm too exhausted to write a proper post – I worked until 11.30 pm last night and 11 pm tonight – but I'm a pessimist and feel I must note the victory before the streak is broken.

I feel so much better from so many clean days I'd cartwheel if I could. I still fear bingeing, and it wouldn't take much to set me off. But at the moment, I'm free of worrying about it every minute, which I was doing in the days when I couldn't go a more than a few without a binge.