Rocky woke up an hour later after crashing from his feeding frenzy. He woke up hungry, as usual. He looked down at his body and saw his furry belly was touching the floor, not exactly cute, he thought. “I know I need to slow down my eating and eat less, but I can’t stop once I start. I don’t understand why,” said Rocky to himself.

Just then Shadow entered the kitchen where Rocky had fallen asleep after gorging himself with his food. “Rocky, I need to talk to you. Are you mentally available now? ” said Shadow to Rocky. “What does that mean?” said Rocky. “I just want to make sure you are present when I talk to you. You’re always thinking about food, the getting and eating it constantly. When you do that, you are not present in the moment, I need you to be present,” said Shadow. “I’m present, ” said Rocky. “Good, I want to make amends to you for me squirting water at you to control you. It was wrong, and I won’t do it again. I know you already feel bad about your food addiction. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” said Shadow getting misty-eyed. “You can stop pressuring me to go to a therapist. I don’t need it,” said Rocky. “That is not going to happen. You need the therapy, sorry,’ said Shadow. “Don’t spray me with water anymore,” said Rocky. “Done,” said Shadow. Now, let’s get ready for therapy. We have an appointment at 10:00 this morning…