The ONLY good thing about being sick this entire week and basically chained to my bed is that I've had literally no appetite and food does not taste good. Food tastes bad and I just want to lose a few more pounds. Why is losing weight becoming so important to me again? Probably because I stop and admire my naked body before I put clothes on after the shower. Because restriction works and then I want to keep doing it. It's like a self-fulfilling prophecy. Or something.
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I know exactly what you mean! I keep checking the mirror and feel like Im being called back to restricting...
The weight loss get really addictive doesn't it? You start looking for tiny changes every time you seen another lb drop from your weight on the scale. It's such a rush and yet so scary at the same time xox
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