Everything has been so, so hard lately, and I am not 100% sure what's changed, other than my lack of calorie-counting. Could counting calories really have been suppressing THAT much shit??
I'm so fucking miserable.
I can't help thinking that restriction would make everything better again. I mean, obviously I know that in the long run it would do shit-all except get me completely obsessed, and it wouldn't actually make me happier -- but at least it was a distraction, and at least I didn't feel so fucking fat all the time.
I probably don't have the willpower for that anymore, though.
It figures.
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I understand hun. Im in a very similar place at the moment. Im here if you do want to talk xx
YUP. . . I hear ya. I don't really know what to say. But I know how it feels.
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