twisted

i've written this blog a million different times. maybe just a few times. i wasn't sure what i wanted to write. today when i was walking our dog i had a thought. well a few thoughts. in my journey with food, there was a really dark part that i was afraid to admit or acknowledge. these dark places - that i wanted to do it on my own and that things would eventually change - only dispersed in the light and knowledge of God's grace and freedom. i remember how i felt when my parents asked me to join weight watchers. i recently had to ask my mom for help again. i have a friend who is my accountability partner. and i told kenley where i was with my journey. i saw similar habits creeping back into my life...they're so comfortable! but they're so wrong. so i had to ask for help and assistance and i haven't felt this excited or hopeful in a long time. i must go now, the dog royally farted and i have to move away from this stank.