Out with the old.

So much of losing weight is old habit, old addiction, old pain. Left alone to fester, to hurt more because it was not dealt with. So much of me is defined by never letting go. I think I could easily become a hoarder. A few years ago a long time friend had a pair of sun glasses that I adored. I set out to find something similar and I did. After much daily wear they broke. :( I kept them, afraid of losing the memory of her if I tossed them. That's dumb and it's that type of thought that makes it impossible to move forward. So, while out on my maxi dress hunt I came across new glasses and I am throwing out my old one. Deep breath.
I toss these broken glasses like I toss out the broken me. No more holding in, or on. No more hiding my addictions for fear of abandonment. I am loved and I will be loved. The people who love me want me healthy and are there for me what I am weak.