Try. Try again.

It's been three years since I last posted to this blog. In that time, I've become a single lady (no one liked it, so, therefore, no ring on it), graduated from college, lost weight, and gained it back. As has been with all of my past posts, this one will focus mainly on my journey with dieting. I'd love to be able to say that this time will be different, but since I'm a rational person, I know that all I have for now is hope.

One more thing that has changed in the time that I've neglected this blog is the emergence of a new classification of eating disorder called Binge Eating Disorder (BED). I don't need an official diagnosis from a doctor to know that I suffer from this disastrous disorder and I desperately want to stop.

Today, June 1, 2016 is (hopefully) the day that I'm able to turn things around. I'm staring at the clock - 8:19 a.m. - and time is crawling by. How many times have I thought about food so far today? Countless. But I know my mind is stronger and louder than the obnoxious growling of my stomach. I've also learned that a growling stomach doesn't necessarily mean I'm hungry; it means my intestines are shifting things around in there. So do your job, intestines! Let's poop! Kidding. I don't need this blog to focus on excrement.

There are other things I'd like to discuss on this blog. You see, I'm somewhat of an intolerant person when it comes to certain areas of my life and what I observe around me. There are many, MANY things (and people...people are the worst) that annoy me. I don't know if I'll go into all that, though. I think jotting my thoughts down can be therapeutic; however, what if someone actually reads this? Sure, I can be cryptic, but sometimes you just want to call an idiot out, amirite? I guess we'll see where this goes.

I'll publish this now and get through the day. If I return for a second post, it means that I was feeling vulnerable and in danger of shoveling groceries down my neck. It's better to use my hands to type than to shovel.

Oh, one more thing. I have a miniature goal. I'd like to lose at least 10 pounds in the next five weeks. That's certainly not unattainable and can be done healthily. I have a couple of concerts to attend this summer and I want to feel comfortable in the sweltering Austin heat. Nothing worse than being sweaty AND a heifer. Moo.