Following my post earlier this morning, I wanted to tell you that I’ve just been to a meeting. Hands shaking, I drove there, determined. I haven’t been to a meeting for months. It was hard sitting there, but I listened to people’s stories and was quiet with myself. I didn’t speak because I was scared, but I’m glad I went.
Before going to the meeting, I told my husband what was happening. He is going to help me change our evening routines in the next week, to help me combat the cravings. For example, I’m going to take the dog for a walk while he prepares supper; I’m going to get in a bath and wait for him to get home from work. All a day at a time.