Here I am stuffing my face again..
Why can't I just eat like a normal person and enjoy it? Eat without imagining all the food - even a goddamned peach -going straight to my hips/stomach/thighs?
Why do I have to count calories? Why do I have to practically kill myself every night at the gym? Why do I have the compulsion to weigh myself after everything I eat? Honestly, why am I doing this? Why do I hate myself so much? Why does my entire life revolve around three things: Calories, food, weight..instead of things like boys, my friends, my favorite TV show?
Why did I swallow two spoon fulls of salt the other night..knowing it was going to taste awful, knowing I'd hate it, knowing it was bad - just so I could puke up that ONE chicken wrap I had? Why do I go to bed every night and think "Fat cow ate too much, lay in bed like the lazy pig you are, try harder tomorrow, try harder, be better!" Then, a moment later, I think: "What am I doing to myself?"
Every day is a constant battle inside my head. I can't get rid of it. I can't stop the thoughts that tell me how fat, worthless, and stupid I am, nor can I stop the thoughts that revolve around food. Can I afford that? How many calories is that? Will it make me gain weight? I ate x amount of calories today, no, I can't afford it, look away, don't smell it, don't look at it, don't think about it. You do not want it. Your growling stomach is a traitor. It wants you to eat when you don't need to.
God, how did I get this way? I think back on my life three years ago - my biggest concern every night was - nothing. I was depressed, I was suicidal, but it didn't plauge my every thought and action. Why does the human race have to be cursed with such things? If there is a god out there, I bet it just likes torturing us for its own amusment.