lemmy1
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The feeling is so familiar. I really can't remember a time in my life without it.
It typically starts in another part of the house, but always makes its way to the kitchen. It's a feeling of wanting something, and the more I try to push it away, the harder it pushes back.
Usually I don't even know exactly what it is I want, which is really probably the most problematic thing, because then nothing satisfies me, and I don't stop until I am painfully full.
Sometimes it starts with a great meal. I have something I really love, put the leftovers away, but can not stop thinking about them. Everything I try to distract myself with eventually scurries out of the way to avoid being mercilessly trampled by the Big Leftover Beast, and even though I've had plenty to eat, and probably not too long ago, the Beast will not rest, will not stop viciously attacking all my other thoughts, until all the food is gone.
I know people who just stop eating when they're full. Just stop. I have always wanted to be someone who does this naturally, but it is always a struggle, and I almost always lose. When there is food on my plate, especially warm, savory, comforting food, I just do not think about my stomach, what its telling me, what it is comfortable with. It's all in my head. I just swim in mashed potatoes, waltz with fried chicken, and absolutely lose myself in the embrace of creamy pasta.
It would be one thing to say that I've never been able to do anything about it. It would be frightening, no doubt, but not nearly as frightening as it is to think about how many times I have gotten past it, but always always always come back around to it. It makes me afraid that somehow this is just me, this is how I will always be deep down, that everything outside of it is a temporary fix that will always dissolve in the end.
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It's twenty to nine in the morning. It's one of those days, I've had them before. I wake up and right away, I know I'm going to do something about something that's been bothering me for a while. A few weeks ago, it was my bedroom. I cleaned all day. Now, it's messy again. Today, I woke up worried about my gut. I'm sure I'll do great today, maybe even tomorrow. But how will it be different from my room two weeks from now? How do I make it different?
It typically starts in another part of the house, but always makes its way to the kitchen. It's a feeling of wanting something, and the more I try to push it away, the harder it pushes back.
Usually I don't even know exactly what it is I want, which is really probably the most problematic thing, because then nothing satisfies me, and I don't stop until I am painfully full.
Sometimes it starts with a great meal. I have something I really love, put the leftovers away, but can not stop thinking about them. Everything I try to distract myself with eventually scurries out of the way to avoid being mercilessly trampled by the Big Leftover Beast, and even though I've had plenty to eat, and probably not too long ago, the Beast will not rest, will not stop viciously attacking all my other thoughts, until all the food is gone.
I know people who just stop eating when they're full. Just stop. I have always wanted to be someone who does this naturally, but it is always a struggle, and I almost always lose. When there is food on my plate, especially warm, savory, comforting food, I just do not think about my stomach, what its telling me, what it is comfortable with. It's all in my head. I just swim in mashed potatoes, waltz with fried chicken, and absolutely lose myself in the embrace of creamy pasta.
It would be one thing to say that I've never been able to do anything about it. It would be frightening, no doubt, but not nearly as frightening as it is to think about how many times I have gotten past it, but always always always come back around to it. It makes me afraid that somehow this is just me, this is how I will always be deep down, that everything outside of it is a temporary fix that will always dissolve in the end.
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It's twenty to nine in the morning. It's one of those days, I've had them before. I wake up and right away, I know I'm going to do something about something that's been bothering me for a while. A few weeks ago, it was my bedroom. I cleaned all day. Now, it's messy again. Today, I woke up worried about my gut. I'm sure I'll do great today, maybe even tomorrow. But how will it be different from my room two weeks from now? How do I make it different?

I think i have it under control until i have a bad day or a few to many drinks and then im the snacking queen again!
Omelettes are supposed to be nice (and low cal) for brekkie...not sure tho cos i hate eggs!