Coming out of the closet.

Nope. Morgy's not gay.
Apologies to anyone this may have disappointed. =]

Atchully, I be talkin' bout comin' outta da closet bout...ED.
This seems to be a topic that's been bounced around, lately, and, well...you know me.
Gotta have my two cents.
CHA CHING.

Oky. So I was initially apprehensive about being on the Larabar blog, because I wrote a bio admitting my, erm, diagnosis.
I've never been really open about my eating dealio. Even after two years, (one of suffering, one of recovery) only my closest friends actually know I had/have problems, and I really only keep two (plus Kevin, of course,) updated on them.
But, as I've mentioned before, ED is adept at convincing me to lie and isolate myself.

Which, I'm very sorry to say, I still slip up on.

So, in the past 6 months especially, I've been coming out of my little shell about it.
Like a turtle.
You know I'd be a cute turtle. =D

Anyways - somehow, the more people I tell, the safer I feel.
(People I've learned to trust, of course. I'm obviously not advertising it to every hobo that walks down the block. Not that I have anything against hobos, I just...AGH. MOVING ON.)

It's helped to widen my support net; if I stumble, there'll be more arms there to catch me.
And if I relapse, I'm not the only one who will be disappointed.

So I think that this Fan of the Day thing will be good for me, if/when it works out.

Now that I've expelled all the serious from my system, do you know what time it is?
IT'S BREKKIE TIME.

Or was, seventeen hours ago.

Mini Wheats with strawberries, cinnamon, almonds, and almond milk.
Plus Activia and...hey! Mah tea ran off!
No...wait.
I chugged it. =D

School was god-awful boring, except Kevin and I went on a gum-run to 7-11.
I got Juicy Fruit.
Ahh. The flavor of childhood. And cavities!

Hmm. I never mention water or gum on here, so here's a tribute to them now:

I consume both water and gum in copious amounts.

'Nuff said.

*LUNCHIE*

Ham and cheese sammich with Sun Chips and mini Vitamin Water

Honestly hope I have noshed through our supply of Sun Chips by now.
I used to like 'em, but now they just kind of taste like cheesy cardboard.
Yumskies they are not.

However, yumskies my afternoon snack was.
And Yoda-speak stops...now.

Dried froot with milk chocolate square and white chocolate Lindor truffle.
Note the return of Lucy!

Mhmm. White chocolate is my beezy. Sure, milk and dark chocolate are coolbeans, and all.
But white chokkie pwns.

And that's all I have to say about that.

After I put my eyebrows back in line, (rambunctious little fellas, those.) camera and I spent some quality alone time together.

Bow chicka wow wooow.

..Except NOT.

Actually, we took a walk. =]
...Remember this guy?

Before.

After.

Poor likkle fella. =[

Don't worry, I gave him a proper burial.

And God smiled down upon me.

Like this: =D

I even sang the little guy a tune about flower heaven.






Actually, that's a lie.
The neighbors were giving me funny looks already.

Just because they don't believe in flower heaven!

It's a joyous land of sun, rain, and horse manure in abundance. =]

And, on that appetizing note, here's din din!

Two turkey and cheese buckwheat waffles (one cheddar, one blue cheese) with buttah (Hawt damn), plus salad with strawberries and raspberry vinaigrette.
Pshaw. Pancake day.
I'M MAKIN WAFFLES.

Vanilla/granola/honey fro-yo with warm, homemade apricot jam.

For Emily, who did not contribute to the yogurt club today!!
Oh well. More for Morgy.

Aah. What a peachy day.
Tomorrow promises to be rather stressful, however, so I'm going to trot my booty off to my nice, squishy bed.

No promises of posting, then, but I'll do my best!