Jesus!
I am terrified right now. All of the weight demons are chasing me, with drooling fangs and sharpened, 22 inch claws. They are out to destroy me! They will not stop until I am 250lbs.
God help me! I vow to not eat past 7pm, period!
I vow to only eat raisins for breakfast, period!
I vow to eat no more than 1600 calories in a day, period!
These goals will keep me safe for awhile.
In any case. I am triggered by Matt having lost weight. He looks thin! Can you imagine? He is really thin. He probably weighs around 190. Crazy.
So it makes me feel strange, like he will start putting pressure on me to loose weight also. Like he will look at me and feel disgusted by my chub.
I love being neurotic.
Well, I have my vows. We shall see how it goes.
angel
Don't Hide, angel
About Me
- Fabubabe
- I am 42 years old and have been vomiting for 13 years. I started throwing up after spending the early part of my life fighting being overweight. Bulimia was a fucking party for me at first, and I loved every minute of it. And lost weight. I was a contenter! Of course, after several years, I thought I had better stop. Low and behold, I couldn't. Enter OA, therapy, drugs, brief hospital stays, and sick relationships. Still no dice. Now I've quit. The lack of information from recovering bulimics inspired me to writer a blog. I gotta be the voice I need to hear. . .
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