I've been avoiding you, but not the mirror. The mirror tells me secrets, the mirror yells at me to stop being so fat, the mirror is my lover and enemy; you, however, are just a box of lies.
Last night I bought a necklace and got drunk at a carnival. Today I took a walk and a nap.
I am almost done with being on my period. I cannot believe how bloated I get/how many pounds creep up on me. I despise thee, mother nature, for giving me this womanly blessing. I loathe thee, abdomen, for this wrenching and twisting pain. I thank thee, body, for killing my appetite lately, because we (body and soul) know that food is the real enemy. Food is to be avoided at all costs.
And on that note, here are my *safe foods*:
watermelon, apples, bananas. cherries, blueberries, strawberries. carrots, broccoli, cauliflower, red/green/orange peppers, brussel sprouts, green beans, corn, beans, squash, onions. lentil/minestrone soup, cottage cheese, whole wheat toast, orange juice with ice, hot tea.
AVOID cheese, frozen foods, crackers, meat, creamy ANYTHING, ice cream, RICE, NOODLES, waffles, syrup, cereal, butter.
I might be forgetting things, but I have just been trying to stick with the basics. And sticking with the basics works.
I don't know where I read it, but cottage cheese on fucking toast is GOOD!!!!
And very low fat.
I have hung out with the admirer a couple of times and must conclude that he is not for me. I am far too scared to partake in anything serious, and he wants to get serious. Dilemma. I miss T. T. has a girlfriend. I am stupid.
I bought laxative tea today. Time to brew a cup.
I sincerely hope you are thinking thin.