I’ve hit rock bottom, I’ve been through dark hazes of starvation, of light headed and dizzy, of crippling fear of seeing that number creep up just an ounce. I’ve been drowned in mastication, mindless chewing chewing chewing until I couldn’t hear my thoughts, until I couldn’t feel anything but food bulging against my skin. But now — now I’d like to think these tumultuous undulations have calmed. I’d like to think that days of unhealthy habits — whether it be too little or too much — are over. I’d like to think that all of that is behind me. A mere paragraph in the novel that is my life.

I’m on that path of moderation, of balance, of happiness and it is one I am treading steadily.