I have been really struggling for quite some time now. Definitely since I moved, and possibly for longer than that. Relapse seems to be like an iceberg; by the time my ship wrecked on the top of the iceberg, there was a mountain of danger below the surface that had been growing for quite some time.
Committing to 90 meetings in 90 days, which is something I’ve never done in the six years that I’ve been in program. Heard a speaker today talking about “treating the fear with the food”, which is exactly what I have been doing since I relocated to Austin in December.
My yoga teacher said earlier today that all I had to do was breathe and that was my only job in this present moment. I’ve carried that thought around all day…all I have to do is breathe and relax into the day. One day, just for today.