On any journey, the first step is the hardest.

I've been reading that book, "Fat is a Family Affair" and I've read some really interesting stuff. I've made notes, but unfortunately, left them at home. It strongly urges readers to go to an Over-eaters Anonymous meeting and utilize the stuff there. Well, I looked into it and it just so happens my church offers one, locally, at 7:15pm Sunday's. I made plans to go Sunday, but didn't quite make it. I have the panicky feeling I had when I started in on my resentment list. Like I'll lose who I am if I go. Same with the resentment list, I'm telling myself to stop being ridiculous and just get it over with… but I'm so scared.

I'd never admit that to anyone, but it's somewhat "safe" to admit it on my Blog, after all, I don't know who is reading this or if I even know them. By getting the scared feeling though, I know it's where I'm supposed to go. I find myself clinging to stupid excuses though. I don't have the book. Yeah, well, it's online and I have a digital copy. Next excuse, please. :) You get the idea.

I find myself wanting to find someone to go with, but the downside of that is whomever I take gets to know all the crap that happened to turn me into an over-eater in the first place. The other thing I'm nervous about is that it's a men and women meeting, not women only. I just need to get over myself and go. I told my husband last night that I was going to start going to that one along with the one I've been going to on Tuesday. Guess I need to just suck it up and do it this week. The sooner I start, the sooner it's over, right?

On a side note, my office is moving, and that's where I've composed most of my postings. I'm not going to have my very own office anymore, we're moving to cubicles. I may not be able to write how I have been. I'm going to have to start writing from home… but who knows, maybe I'll still be able to post from work! That's why I've had fewer posts lately, we've been packing up, having meetings about packing up, and helping get everything ready.

I'm really scared about Sunday. I'm still me, regardless of the outer package. Right?

B