I've had a pretty good month, overall. But it doesn't take much for the wheels to come off the wagon. I'll have a good day, a couple, maybe even a week or two. But somehow, it always comes back to just not caring very much, and the snacking and binging get out of control. Even now, I keep running over the foods in the kitchen in my head, though I am not at all hungry. At one point, I'd lost a couple pounds. Now, I've gained them back. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever be able to do this. I wonder if I have it in me.