It wasn't that long ago, really.
It only took me a year and a half to get a nutritionist, but in January (two thousand and eight), I finally got one. I had gone half-insane and gained a bunch of weight and turtled into my cocoon of crazy by that time, but eventually, I got a slap in the face (from my mom), and got a shrink, and got a nutritionist, and here I am, plugging away at this again.
The thing is, I think I might have to do it by myself. I'm sorry I disappeared, but these days, I really only read a lot of blogs about fatness on days when I am feeling the crazy, when I am feeling the intense, sucking anxious desire for something-other-than-this.
This was a good blog, though--I wrote some good stuff here.
Huh.
