Oops, I did it again. I've got to just get rid of the milk from the fridge. My husband has agreed to go back to soymilk, so maybe I'll give the rest of the milk away. I was practically sweating bullets each time I walked by the fridge today, then eventually I gave in. It doesn't taste that good, but I would conclude that it is technically addictive to me. More lessons learned though...my ears hurt and my eyes feel dry and gummy, as used to be their tendency.

It's been a stressful day as my brother is very ill with mysterious retrograde amnesia. It's a cruel irony that the times when I'm stressed I handle avoids the poorest, but those are the days I crave them. I just hope the doctors can give him an accurate and helpful diagnosis.

Time to regain my monk-like attitude about food. If I don't expect anything more from food than health, fuel and nourishment, then I make good choices. When I want food to give me comfort or some sort of entitlement reward then I make choices that take all those things away from me.