THEY CONSPIRE AGAINST ME. THEY WANT ME TO STAY FAT. THEY ARE MY FRIENDS AND MY ENEMIES.
THEY ARE COMFORTING AND NEEDY AND BLOODSUCKERS AND THEY MUST BE KILLED. IT'S A LOVE-HATE THING.
Crap food.
Stress.
A sick pet.
An ailing body of my own to contend with: Pain, fatigue, falling down, weakness...
Crazy ass stupid relatives--my parents are insane and I avoid them like the plague.
Cookies, Ice Cream, nasty frozen pizzas,
A late-night compulsion to eat until I'm so tired I nearly fall asleep in the last snack bowl.
A non-committal attitude that helps me start many projects--including health regimens--and never finish them.
GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT, ETC., ETC.
denial denial denial.
Yeah. It's all those things fault right?
Nope. Bullshit on a stick.
It's all my fault.
Now I have to do something because my self esteem is so low I'm about to actually, physically, disappear.
