Miss Chris and Christy, thank you so much for your replies.

I feel like I can finally relate (not that I couldn't relate before, but now it's really "hit me") to what you've been talking about. It's like I really needed to let go. I know this hasn't cured me, but I feel a sense of release. Sort of.
I'm sorry, sweet Christy, but my mental image of you has been firmly planted.

The first time I took a yoga class (with my skinny minny daughter), I was the fattest one in the class. Yes, some of the poses WERE rather difficult, but our teacher (sweet young skinny thing) was VERY supportive. She told me I wasn't fat (hahahahahahahahahahaha!), and helped me with a few of the poses to make them more comfortable. But she didn't single me out... she would go around to each participant to help, so it wasn't obvious that I needed help because of my girth.

I like your planned snack idea. I always feel obliged to eat mine, but you're right... I should only eat it if I'm really in need of it.
Chris, you are such a good moderator.

I love you, too, hon.
I felt stupid doing it, but I mentioned my new-found eating disorder to my psychiatrist this morning. We're working it into my therapy.

The trouble with psychiatrists is that they're not overly ready with advice.
I've realized it's a pattern I've developed over the years (reading and eating at the same time), probably as an escapism. And right now, it's winter, I'm cold, short on sunlight, cranky as old heck, and have a chest cold/cough. So I'm seeking solace in food.
Well, this making me feel completely anal, but it's good for me, right?

I'm now inspired to read all of your posts more closely. (not that you're not all TERRIBLY interesting, but now I'm one of you.

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