The First Day of the Rest of my Life

I guess it's a bit weird to think about starting your life over. But on my dedication to recover from Bulimia...or change my life for the positive I would like to feel more that I am reinserting myself into my life which I have been absent from for the past two years. The Bulimia isn't me...it's the cage that traps me and tells me everything I know is wrong. It is determined to hold me in this viscous cycle of misery, guilt, depression and despair. But I am going to break these chains that hold me- I am under no disillusion...I know that a life cannot be changed overnight and I am finally realising that mine isn't going to. In every life there are highs and lows...isn't that, in the end, what makes us feel truly alive? How could we appreciate the positive if we haven't known the negative? I am going to take every moment as it comes from this moment. Face my fears. Quell my demons. Because, after all, how did overeating eve r solve anything?