A Food Addict’s Waking Words — Before Stashing Cookie Dough Under the BBQ Lid

“I’m not well. God, please help me.” Those seven words popped to mind on a running loop today at 10:20 a.m.— when I woke for the fourth time since going to bed at 11. “I’m not well. God, please help me.” I want my ticket out of Crazyland.

Maria Saidi, “De Monarchia,” 3” x 3”, oil on Claybord. Proud to say Maria is my gifted friend; we met at Patsy’s fitness boot camp. www.oddo-saidi.com

This morning, I was in the backyard, in my Lane Bryant black and burgundy faux-satin sleepwear…