Of course you are right Lil. Maybe I'd get out of Beirut, but I'd probably end up in Antarctica! I'd end up with the same feeling of deprivation. A nd that's the theory of anorexia; you're stasrving even though there's plenty around; it's a prison of your own making, and somehow I creat that, no matter what the circumstances. My H has said to me I'd have quicker results by hitting him over the head with a bat ( I think he meant this metaphorically), but I've had difficulty picking up the bat. And until I learn to really go to bat for myself, I'll wait this out and hopefully learn something.
