Know what I hate?
That feeling of disgust at myself
For eating a little more than usual
The happy-sadness for gaining 2 (needed) pounds
That tiny prodding in the back of my skull
Telling me to skip this so I don't gain a half pound
I need to eat, and love the different types of food
Sushi to curry to crawfish to funnel cakes
If its good, I'll eat it.
But I won't feel great about it.
I don't want to worry about it anymore
Stomach, please be quiet, you're not helping.
Brain, you too.
Friend, at least I've got this promise to keep.
That helps more than you know.
Plus I just really can't stand to throw up
Or not eat.
I hate this feeling.
This problem isn't as prominent as it used to be, but it crops up as little mental pokes sometimes.