I've lost weight since my trip to Texas. That is so suprising, seeing as I was expecting to have gained, I ate a whole lot. I just didn't care. When I'm around them, I just don't care...I eat when I'm hungry and don't when I'm not.

You know, it's so hard to tell when I'm hungry. I get hungry mixed up with sad...hurt...lonely...bored. I never know if I want to eat because I'm having a bad day...or because I really am hungry. It's so confusing and hard when it comes to eating. Because there's the guilt and the control and all of that.

So close, and I wonder...should I open up Pandora's box? I have the chance...I do.