My body is so stiff. I waddle and weave, my stomach catching on the corner of the dresser. I can't lift Oliver, my back is so stiff and compressed. I see the way these 600lb women have to shift and build up momentum to get out of bed and I'm exactly the same. I sometimes think it would be better if I didn't wake up.
Ugh! What am I saying? I have a family to take care of. I have so much to live for... and yet I was googling how often I could use ipecac to puke up binges without damaging my heart TOO MUCH.
I don't want to eat, but at the same time I can't wait. Eggs with cheeseand peppers. Buttered toast. Creamy coffee.
And then the day will devolve into snacks and sandwiches and soda and chips and chocolate....and then dinner... and then night snack and bedtime snacks and drinks. I can't get away.
