23 days since I went cold turkey off the bad stuff. Still not drinking enough water, but that will come in time. Comfort-eating is such a strong habit. When I'm "in my addiction," I feel completely and utterly rotten, enslaved to doing the opposite  of what I want to be doing. So to have found some freedom from that definitely feels good. But as I wrote a while back, I'm wary of the relapse monster. My friend Peg tells me the Fitbit will be arriving soon.