This morning, I went to the diner and ate a  massive omelette that cost $15 with tax and tip. I cannot afford to wake up famished again.	This morning, I read her blog, and for a moment I  was not anxious about the anxieties about my  body, because I knew that writing was possible.
This morning, in a panic, I typed “vegetarian chili crock pot” into Google. Making progress, addressing wholly new worries as they come.	This morning, I counted five ribs in the mirror, two more than usual. Lord, I am trying. I want to gain weight, sleep better, eat gently and exercise.