Pinch. Grab. Poke.
Ripple, goes the FUGLY FAT.
It has become terribly apparent to me how much I rely on taking my Welbutrin and Adderall, consistently, to curb my appetite. If I miss a dose... nothing seems to quell the hunger I feel. It's terrible, and it feels as if the food is just laughing at me. Laughing at all the fat it is putting on my bones, covering them, strangling them of all the oxygen they need to poke through my skin.
I hope the rest of you are staying strong, as I have wavered today in the face of the lying, deceitful foods that promise happiness and peace. All I am left with is heavy limbs and jiggling fat. J-E-L-L-O! Who wants some jiggling, liquid-y fat? Sounds less tempting now, huh? Just remember that each and every time you want to take a bite out of something that is not your friend, NOT Ana. You'll thank me, and Ana will love you.
On a happier note.... last night, I had the most wonderful dream. I dreamt of the most perfect guy... one who accepted me for everything that I am. He was absolutely fabulous... my ideal man. I was all too sad to wake up without him... maybe, he will materialize for me one day, or perhaps I will just have to wait another night to meet him again. *Sigh*