Control

I am the content moderator for an on-line support group of women who, having recognized that we are not among the 2% for whom diets work (take it off and don't return it with interest), have given up diets and decided to get on with our lives and put all of that energy we were wasting on non-productive yet painful self-absorption into other things.

Today we have been talking about control. One of our dear members is having horrible diet thoughts and she knows it is because with a diet she could control at least her food and her husband is dying and she needs to control something. And there is nothing in the world that I can say to make it better. And cyber hugs don't cut it in a situation like this. Hell, real hugs don't cut it in a situation like this, but at least they help.

People are not meant to bear these burdens alone. And I wonder if my friend in cyberspace has anyone in her life like the members of the Saturday Morning Breakfast Club? How I hope that she does. How I hope that you do.