Stability

     So far, today has been fairly difficult, but I'm managing it. I only had one anxiety attack, though, so I'll consider that progress. My urges to restrict were pretty high up there, and still are, but I ate a reasonable amount and plan on eating dinner. The last time I followed a meal plan was when I was required to at Renfrew in April of last year, but I really don't think I need to. I currently am not seeing a nutritionist, so I don't even have a meal plan to follow. I'm okay with that. Recently, I've been eating well and my weight has been stable, and I honestly think I can handle this on my own.
     I know this next statement will contradict that very last sentence, but I'm going to write it anyway. I am in between two different therapy sessions with two different therapists (well, three if we're going to get technical about it) right now. I just had an individual session with my DBT therapist, Carol, and now I'm at home with my dad waiting for our family-based team to arrive, Deb and John. Emily, my sister, has soccer practice tonight, so she doesn't have to participate like she usually does. She hates therapy almost as much as I do. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't appreciate the time and effort all of these therapists have put into me; it's that I'm not too fond of sharing personal thoughts and feelings with people who are practically strangers.
     I should really stop rambling about such trivial things. Sorry, guys. I've got a lot of things on my mind, none of which I'm particularly comfortable sharing on a publicly accessible blog. They basically boil down to thoughts produced by pretty strong emotions.
    So, enough about me. How are you guys holding up? Leave a comment, write me a letter, message me on Facebook, etc. Do whatever. All I ask is that you fill me in on how you're doing.
                                                                         With love,
                                                                          Erin.