Day 93 - Sliding into Home Plate

I blogged every day for three months. I got the perfect poop. I quit drinking coffee. I lost some weight (not one of the goals, but I bought a belt). I went surfing with Frosty Hesson (or, really, I lay on a board and Frosty pushed me into a gentle swell). All of these things were ways to help me to believe I am valuable; I am safe; I am lovable; I am real.