Yeah, it's only 9 a.m. and I'm already calling it a rough day. It's been a long time since I've reacted to stress by wanting to eat, but all I want to do right now is go get something sweet and gooey and chocolatey - and I know it won't make things better. I know it won't help, and I'll feel guilty afterwards and dumb for doing it. I know it won't help and I can't think of anything that will help. I guess I used to believe that it would help, or was willing to convince myself that it would, even if just for a little while. Even though that's no longer true, the old instincts still linger.
I just want to go home and pull the covers over my head and go back to sleep and pretend that the world outside doesn't exist. Not a solution either, I know.
I don't really have anything else to say, but I needed to remind myself that food cannot solve any problems except hunger. Thanks for listening.
Lisa





to you for not giving in to the urge to binge, that would only make you feel worse in the end. 