I am the worst ED person ever. I...completely gave up for the past week or two, and it's time to get back on track.
How do I know that? Aside from well...the constant eating I've been doing for the past two weeks, you know...Right.
I know that because I bought a jacket. Mind you, I bought it online, so I didn't get to try it on. Which shouldn't have been a problem, but it is. I got it in medium, thinking a) that it will be my winter salvation and b) that a medium should be FINE, because EVERYTHING ELSE THAT I OWN IS A MEDIUM BECAUSE I AM A FAT ASS WHO CAN'T CONTROL HER EATING. Right?
WRONG. It's too small. This has NEVER HAPPENED TO ME BEFORE. A MEDIUM...has NEVER BEEN TOO SMALL FOR ME BEFORE.
What. The hell.
So. Starting tomorrow, I'm back on the anti-fatty diet. I hope. Wish me strength, because my lazy ass loves eating and keeping it in farrrrrr too much for my own good. I have a WHOLE WINTER to lose this fatty mcfatterton fatass that I own.
No excuses. Not the new girlfriend, not the relative well-adjustedness of my life. Not the fact that I no longer feel the NEED to hurt myself, which is what started this whole thing. I will not eat because I am a fat ass and don't deserve to eat.
It will help that my family has just gone vegan until Christmas. I can pretend to play their game.
Oy vey. What an affair...
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