it amazes me how i go back and forth from wanting recovery with all my heart and not giving a damn about anything but losing weight at LEAST twenty times a day.
it amazes me how i go back and forth from wanting recovery with all my heart and not giving a damn about anything but losing weight at LEAST twenty times a day.
I have been really working on portions. I think I was doing okay for a while, but I am afraid that I have pushed myself too far and am restricting. It’s just so frustrating because I literally cannot tell what is healthy and what is not. I think I need to eat more, but for some reason food isn’t appealing? It needs to be, I am light-headed, disoriented, and headachey. I tried to convince myself that it was a migraine, but I know these signs. I am not treating my body like I should. I need to feed it more and give it nutrients. I was just feeling so huge and those thoughts are persisting and dominating the thoughts that are telling me to be healthy. I think I am also stressing a little bit because my boyfriend is coming to visit for our 1 year and I hate that he is so good and healthy and has completely transformed his body over a few years and maintains his health, and I am just sitting here all fat and a failure.
I will try harder to eat better and the correct amount, but I have been trying to eat better and the correct amount for the past 5 years and I am either fat or skinny and always disordered. I just feel really hopeless right now.
I don’t know why I can’t control myself. I can’t portion properly. I can’t control my eating. Where is my moderation?
I just feel so fat right now. So, so fat. I don’t even know how to explain it besides that. I feel too fat to go outside. Too fat to put clothes on. Too fat to go to the gym. Too fat to eat. I may just have to go back to bed and give up on today.
I feel like such a failure.
There is still time to change today, and work out and do school work and be happy, but it is not going to happen right now at this exact moment.
I love this.

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My brain is much more the problem than my body.
Reblogging myself from my other blog:
So I have this problem. I have had it since I was about 15. When I was 17 it almost killed me. It destroyed all of my friendships my senior year of high school, alienated me both years I lived in the dorms in college, and has been an obstacle in both of my real long-term relationships. This…