I'm trying not to think about food. I want to eat so badly, but I am not particularly hungry. I am fixated on the pizza in the fridge down the hall. I need to think about my health. Food is a tool, not a reward. I want to fit in my clothing- I have to fit in my clothing. I want to have energy and not be sluggish from overeating all the time. I want to wear my leather jacket and my pretty dresses and that red/white pencil skirt from Harolds. I want to feel proud of myself for my self-control.
I have self control. I do not have to eat right now. One day down. This is possible. I am capable. Damn straight.
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