Doc and I agree I’m a lot like the rescued pug. I need to take some steps to live like I’m free from the Fat Girl Rules. One of the steps is breaking free from Mom’s rules. “Mom’s always had all of these rules. Carbs are bad. Fat is bad. Snacks are bad. So I’ve always felt like food is bad and I’m bad for eating or wanting or enjoying or needing it.” Doc walks over and writes Mom’s food rules on a whiteboard before sitting down. “Your turn.” “All the rules are here. What’s left to do?” “Just think about it. It’ll come to you.” I stand in front of the board and read Mom’s long list of rules.
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