Monday, January 27, 2014
I purchased some index cards to begin to interview my characters for a book I am working on, but I began to write my truths.
I had to admit my finances suffer with a bout of anorexia. They haven't been healthy for years. I realize I am guilty of surrounding myself with people who take instead of giving. I am always uplifting, never uplifted.
I take on the burdens of others to free myself from looking upon my own. It has grown old. I am staring my truth down.
I sat at my mother's counter on Sunday morning, watching how she carefully went about cooking her beef roast, candied yams, mac & cheese, and salad. The smells in the kitchen danced through out and my mind began to wonder how my mother would cook a Mediterranean meal and how vast would her knowledge be of healthy foods to save her own life.
Today, I ate nothing. I snuck a piece of skirt steak that I was cooking for my son and my husband yesterday. This sent me on a vomit binge. Today, I was to week and tired to even try to eat. So, I close the night with water and veggies...