Chronicles of a Late Bloomer

I had only managed to eat half a box of cookies and a couple of the donuts I bought last night. No one can fathom just how much food $25 worth of pastries is, but it’s a lot. And after getting home, binging away, and getting halfway through the cookies, it didn’t even look appealing. None of it. Not one little morsel. I sat for a long while, staring at the two plastic grocery bags full of my shame.

Then, packed them up this morning, took them with me to therapy, and left them with my therapist.