Thursday, September 6, 2012
Caving... In A Good Way!
Where I live, it's cider season. The trees have yet to start turning, but the cider is already being pressed, the donuts already being made, and the apples already being dipped in caramel.
Last year, I let the cider season slip silently away, while a wicked war waged in my brain. The battle between my willpower and my little enemy (formerly known as my little buddy.)
The truth is, last year, I let my eating disorder prevent me from enjoying one of the few traditions my family has..... I let my eating disorder keep me from visiting the Cider Mill and tasting even a sip of that sweet cider. I didn't even let myself stop in to see the wheel, or the cider press, or the river with the plump little ducks, or the conveyer belt of fresh donuts (that I'm allergic to anyway, but still love the smell!) I tortured myself by driving by several times during the season, but my eating disorder never let me stop in for a visit.