I made my bed. I cleaned up after every mess I made. everybody else's are all over the place, but MINE are done. Well, that's not entirely true. I also did two loads of laundry, but don't have them folded and put away yet. I also made some excellent food choices---AFTER I ate two poptarts and had huge gut issues.
Today was progress. It was better than the last several days. At one point today--about an hour after the pop tart, actually--I thought I was about to go into a full blown anxiety attack. I felt as though I would need to call and have someone take me to the hospital. But I prayed, and I made a good lunch choice, and it all started to come back into balance.
Whew! One day out of the way. On to bed for now, and another one to overcome tomorrow!
"Live in such a way that you would not be ashamed to sell your parrot to the town gossip." --Will Rogers