There is a tin of biscuits in the kitchen calling to me. I'm not hungry, i don't think i *really* want one ( if I did i'd have it!) I think i'm just bored.

Too late- have had some :(
Waaaaah- why can't i do this?

With my sensible hat on I guess that means biscuits are not yet 'legal' for me and i have to work on that but some dark part of me can't help thinking that I'm going to fail at this too; like i failed at all the diets i tried. :( Yep, I'm a misery guts!

Up until now I've been pretty positive about the journey and accepted that it would take me at least a couple of years. But here I am, a year into the whole thing and what have I achieved?

- I've given up any idea of dieting ( i had no problem with that bit!)
- I'm not binging quite as badly but I am still binging ( 5 or 6 biscuits instead of the whole packet)
-I am more likely to stop when I'm full ( I often recognise when I'm full but choose not to stop then- why is this?)
- I am better at feeling my feelings. Sometimes I can just sit with them and 'feel' them and I don't want to eat anymore.

But I spend so much time thinking about food when I'm not hungry and 'not allowing' myself to have it.
Hopefully, V will be able to sort me out a bit tonight.
Eeek, I haven't got those notebooks either. *slap*