In case I haven't mentioned it before, my eating disorder has a name. It's FRANK. Thus named by my brother. I don't know why. . .
Tonight I'm feeling very undeserving. People are so generous.
My sister took sugar cookies to work and "sold" them for donations. People were way too generous. But apparently they raved about them, so that made me happy.
My friend Erin bought chocolate chip cookies from me. I had a major anxiety attack right before she got to my house, so I didn't even say hi. And she was so nice about it. And was also so ridiculously generous. She has been so understanding. I appreciate her more than she realizes. She checks on me and randomly texts me to see if I'm ok. It means so much. She's SO thoughtful that she ASKED me what kind of cookie would be the least stressful for me to bake. For all I know she doesn't really like chocolate chip, but that's what she ordered because it's the least anxiety provoking. Very very kind.
My friends Julian and Mariana commissioned cinnamon rolls for a Star Wars party they were having
And my dad is in town. That made today better. I love my daddy-o.