I think I know what's going on. There's some private stress in my life right now that I can't work through with my usual methods: writing here or on MFD. But to protect the innocent, I can't do that. And for the past month, I've been slip sliding away into old Maura coping: with food.
And today, that's all I wanted. Food. Unhealthy. Lots of of it. Fortunately for me I didn't have lots of it.
And now I'm feeling sleepy but with a bit of optimism and resolve. My wearing a size 10 pants is not the end of the world. I'm not going to wake up tomorrow and weigh 211 lbs.