I did not eat well today. I am so upset I let myself do that and now I feel like crap because all my hard work from last night is worthless now. Feels like I am back to square one and let me tell you - I freaking hate square one. The worst square in the history of squares.
I am trying not to say “you’re fat. Look what you did,” everything I look at myself in the mirror. I am 5’4 and weigh 145 pounds and I am literally thinking about forcing myself to throw up everything I ate today. I am so mad at myself I cannot believe it.
Why do I keep doing this??? It should not be so hard. Food is not everything! Why is it such an obsession with me?! It doesn’t make any sense.
Whenever I’m with my guy, I never think about eating. Sometimes I wish we lived together. He is a health nut and works out and I always feel so inspired and motivated with him. I hate feeling pathetic.
I just want to puke it all out. I want to puke out all the bad foods I’ve ever eaten in my life. I wish I had a life coach that is constantly following me around telling me what to do and what not to do. Unfortunately, I’m not a millionaire and cannot afford that kind of luxury.
I felt so good about myself yesterday - what the hell is wrong with me that I had to ruin it just as it was getting good.