Anxious

I've been waking up at weird hours with a tightening in my gut and the thought, "Will this ever end?"

Will the blob of my body ever end? Will the waiting for insurance approval ever end? Will my love affair with food ever end? Will the cravings, which I am powerless over, ever end? Will the sideways looks and hushed comments of well meaning, and sometimes not, people ever end? Will my physical dependence on regular meds ever end (legal ones I might point out)? Will the dependence on this damn Cpap machine ever end?

I'm ready for these things to end, and a new beginning to commence.

Until then...