I am having issues this holiday and it’s no exaggeration to say that, though I’m literally DYING / GASPING / LONGING for a break, I can’t wait for all the cookies, cake, brownies, cupcakes, candy, icing, and fudge to be done away with. If August through November was the pendulum of anorexia, December has been binging all the way. Monday – Birthday Cake. Tuesday – Fudge. Wednesday – Birthday Cake. Thursday- a mason jar full of mini cookies.
My skin is red and incredibly itchy. My stomach is aching. And yet again I’ve ruined another day’s diet. There are levels of self-revoltion that seem utterly incompatible with daily life. . .