I had an disordered eating moment last night. I was going to snack on some chips. Then my husband touched my stomach and my brain just went like, "You're too fat to be allowed to eat. There are starving children. Shame on you."
I went to bed crying with my husband being annoyed because I couldn't tell him what's wrong.
I woke up thinking I hate food and I wish every morsel of it would just disappear off the face of the earth. Still teary. I had planned to fast. To just quit eating altogether.
But I know where that goes.
So I breathed. And told myself, consistency is better than intensity.
In short, I hate my brain.
I went to bed crying with my husband being annoyed because I couldn't tell him what's wrong.
I woke up thinking I hate food and I wish every morsel of it would just disappear off the face of the earth. Still teary. I had planned to fast. To just quit eating altogether.
But I know where that goes.
So I breathed. And told myself, consistency is better than intensity.
In short, I hate my brain.
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