Well readers, I lasted three weeks before it started to set in.
Ever since I was a teenager, I haven't been able to diet, because then I start obsessing about the calories I take in, and then I start counting them compulsively, which turns into me eating as few as I possibly can, which eventually takes me back to the place I was in a number of years ago, which I would not like to go back to.
I felt myself start to obsess today, and it scared me. I have been making so much progress, and I was feeling so great about myself, but I got to work today, I looked in the mirror, and I thought, "Ew, look at that disgusting beast." That beast was me.
I know I'm putting a lot of pressure on myself, and in the grand scheme of things I am making tremendous progress, but that little voice that plagued me as a teenager just roared at me today.
I guess this is another case of hypoglycemia saving my life. If I don't eat at regular intervals, I literally lose consciousness.
I just end up hating myself and exercising obsessively.
Time to hit prayer hardcore. I just have to keep plugging away at life, and I guess avoid mirrors for a few days.
Wish me luck.
Keep it real readers.
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