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I need to get these chocolate eyeballs out of the house
I am never eating again. With that said... what am I having for dinner... Ever feel this way? I hate eating, and I love eating. The last couple days I have been really examining my views of food and have discovered that they might just be a little more messed up then I thought. I want so hard for this to be normal. Just for one day I would love to not be infiltrated by these obsessive thoughts of eating and not eating. My self worth teetering on how much I eat. After a manic binge crashes I feel worthless, sick, nauseated, and scared. Scared I won't be able to ever stop t his cycle. I am determined to eat something small and sensible, something just enough so that I won't wake up in the middle of the night and binge, but enough that my anti depressant won't upset my stomach or give me a headache. It has come to my attention that even my wrist is fat.
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