This week I've eaten out of:
I have eaten to punish myself, soothe myself, anger myself, and hate myself.
I have pushed my limits to make myself physically uncomfortable with food so that I can feel that - instead of emotions.
This is not what I want to do to myself. This is not what I want to do to my body. But to prevent this, I have to do something about the mind.
That's the hard part.
I'm holding steady with weight in the 240's, but I can feel how bloated I am with salt and junk.
blarg. Time to wake up again and realize that food is not the answer to life's stresses. IT.IS.NOT.THE.ANSWER.