It’s two A.M.
Hunger erupts as stomach acid tears through dinner. It doesn’t make sense, I ate, and ate, and ate. I cannot be hungry anymore. My hands feel for hip bones. They don’t exist. They haven’t for awhile. I am enormous. My body should be able to feed off itself for a very long time. I get up at 4:30, and make oatmeal. How am I still hungry? There is so much fat.
I don’t mind change. In fact, I welcome it. Change can be adventurous, powerful, and exciting. However, I don’t actually deal with it very well. I have a minor stroke when my previous life plan is altered, and to fix it, I always focus on trying to lose weight. Which always works. It never fails. I see it happening. I am so aware of my process.
But I can’t stop it.
Aw I can completely relate, that’s how I feel right now. A eating disorder is a terrific but at the same time horrible way to distract yourself from your life. And btw you are a amazing writer. It felt like I was reading something from a novel.
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Sometimes when I read your entries I forget I’m reading and think I’m thinking. Thank you for having the courage it takes to write what you write.
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