I can't even tell the difference between hunger and satisfaction, I just demolished the whole fucking thing so quickly, I can't believe I ate, I knew I'd hate it and I did. All I could hear was "stop eating, it's going to be fat tomorrow", but I didn't, and now I feel like shit for eating. Absolutely devastated and entirely disappointed in myself.
I just don't want to be fat.
In other news, I took my antidepressant this morning. Yep, back on those now.
See how I feel in a week.
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