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Tuesday, Apr. 05, 2011 10:58 a.m. A conversation with myself Last night, me driving home while eating Taco Bell: healthy me: Why are you eating this? You're not even hungry. evil me: What do you mean, not hungry? We're always hungry. Besides, Taco Bell is good. healthy: So bad for you. evil: Oooh, let's stop and get that Big Mac! healthy: Are you kidding me? I think I just threw up a little bit. evil: Well there you go, that's probably not a bad idea. healthy: Wait, what? No, no no. evil: Seriously. You can have your Big Mac and eat it too. We'll just stop on the way home to get rid of it. healthy: NO. We don't need to do that. evil: Do you even own a mirror fatass? ************************************** Back here again, which means my weight has crept higher and higher and needs to be taken care of. Last night was the closest I've come to a binge session in a long time. I did not get the Big Mac, but I did finish the crunchwrap, and I could feel that manic voice inside building me up, obsessing over that stupid Big Mac, which I've been thinking about for days now, telling me to eat, eat, eat. What I Wanted - Wednesday, Feb. 13, 2013 |
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