Some people drown in alcohol, others tweak their bodies to dust, some shop their way into debt... I to eat myself sick. Food is my drug. Forget the fact that in general I love food, especially sweets! I've always been a good eater. Ya know, screw the dainty salads... bring on the hearty meals. But more and more these days I find myself stuffing my face when I'm feeling down. I HATE it. I know it's wrong and I am seriously beginning to feel sick. So... what can I do about it? I honestly don't know. I make plans, get super determined, pray, get angry, cry, and still... nothing... no change, no progress. Hmmmph...Sunday, November 23, 2008
My Drug
Some people drown in alcohol, others tweak their bodies to dust, some shop their way into debt... I to eat myself sick. Food is my drug. Forget the fact that in general I love food, especially sweets! I've always been a good eater. Ya know, screw the dainty salads... bring on the hearty meals. But more and more these days I find myself stuffing my face when I'm feeling down. I HATE it. I know it's wrong and I am seriously beginning to feel sick. So... what can I do about it? I honestly don't know. I make plans, get super determined, pray, get angry, cry, and still... nothing... no change, no progress. Hmmmph...
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I'm a fat ass too. I eat to reward myself. Obviously, I must reward myself frequently.
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