I Told the BullPosted: February 2, 2012
Do you ever have a time where you build something up in your head to be this giant thing and then you do/say/talk about it and it turns into no big deal. That is how telling the Bull was.
My books arrived. He asked me what was in the box.
I said, “I bought myself some books on compulsive eating. I think I am a compulsive/emotional eater.”
The Bull, “You and most of America.”
Me, “No seriously, I think I have a real problem and I need to start doing something about it.”
The Bull, “Okay, I probably have the same problem. Let me know what you learn.”
Me, “I will.”
The Bull, “What’s for dinner?”
So there you have it.
We have spoke about it a little since then. I read him some passages of one of the books that really apply to me. He laughed with me when I joked about how text book I am. If I want to pursue therapy, he is good with it. No matter what, he will help me any way he can.
I am lucky. He is a good Steed.
My name is Ima Bovine and I am an emotional/binge eater who told the Bull that I’m a mess and he loves me anyway.