I've been so healthy. Three meals a day keeping them down, keeping on track. Don't let me go back there... don't let me go back
Yes, I'm still eating-- away at my brain. Feeling gross and feeling fat. Don't let me go back there! Don't let me go back...
I love my hair, I love my nails, I hate this extra weight. I value my heart, but not my stomach stop thinking before it's too late!
Worry and worry I'm counting again every bite and every snack.. Please! Don't let me go back there! don't let me go back!
I keep feeling I'm going to puke and that maybe I should act-- NO! Don't let me go back there! Don't let me go back!
I've been exercising and that's good. But slow results make me sad. Don't let me go back there... don't let me go back.
It's been almost 2 years and I've tried so, so hard to turn my weight into a joke like maybe I could laugh it off but... it's not working. So I started an exercise plan and it's been a week but all I can remember are the quick results I used to get from not eating and all I can think about is what I used to do and how happy I was. But I know it's not good for my health and I'm not going to start again. It's still so hard for me not to shame myself and so hard for me to accept myself because I'm scared that if I accept myself I'll let myself get so huge. I'm such a wreck.