Progress = Therapy Honeymoon?

Despite very high levels of stress over the last two weeks, I've been doing quite well with eating. I can probably count on the fingers of one hand the number of times I've eaten to the point of uncomfortable fullness. And, for the most part, I have only eaten when I was hungry. After feeling largely out of control over the last few months, I've felt very much in control for the last two weeks.

And somehow, that's kind of scary. Scary because it feels familiar. Because in the first couple weeks and occasionally even the first couple of months, I was almost always the model dieter. It was always so easy in those dieting honeymoon days. All the weighing and measuring and recording and what have you seemed effortless then. Until it didn't. And then I gradually started drifting back into old habits until I was right back to square one.

So, is this more of the same? Will I find myself, three months from today, complaining about how hard things are? Or will I be well on my way to IE success? I'm hoping it's the latter and not the former. But we'll see. For now, I'll just take pleasure in what's going well and not worry about what's coming tomorrow.