Same dog, same old tricks

Food and I have always had a love hate relationship. Colicky from the very beginning, diagnosed with Acid reflux disease at nine and downhill from there. I had a vitamin deficiency in the seventh grade an threw up every morning for 2 weeks, usually between reading time and pre-algebra, sometimes on the floor. Anorexia from eighth through eleventh grade. I finally broke 100 lbs at the age of 18 and that was so scary. In the past I had not eaten to gain some sort of control.

I've picked it up again. This time I'm not sure why, but the difference is I know that I'm doing it and I don't want to change. I am hungry at times and still don't eat. The other night I went to bed hungry, it took an hour to fall asleep because of the acid and the pain. I've told my husband. So he can keep after me about it. Or just to tell someone. Ugh...

Good for the soul, murder on the back

As of late I have been increasingly intrigued by Craft blogs and making new things from old things. I decided to use clothes that we would typically toss due to an ill-fit or a stain here or there and use them for fabrics. I've also used items that I don't wear often and "beautified" them. :)

Today I spent much time in the floor of my den working on the owl pillow, the stuffed owl, and the black shirt with pink flowers. And now I cannot walk.