Minerva
...we're sinking deeper.
Hey Daisy ...
Thanks for stopping by in this thread of gloom!
To be perfectly honest - I'm still somewhat losing because I'm on the other side of the spectrum from where you've described yourself to be. I'm not letting myself eat? I'm scared to start eating because of the fear that I won't be able to stop. Yes I'm in control, but in truth I am not. I get neurotic if I count my daily calorie intake to be over 800, I cut corners on purpose bulking up my meals with the least calorie dense foods, pretending to eat much more than I actually am. Then again even when I eat so little I still feel like I'm eating too much. And even though I know I'm quite thin I can't see it at all. I was walking on the road today and passed a slim lady and I caught myself feeling huge, wishing I was thinner than her even though *realistically* she was about a size bigger than me.
Then again on days where I've 'allowed' myself not to count (on special occasions) - I have completely over done it and not been able to stop.
So where is the middle ground? It's a narrow strip of tranquility within chaos, destruction and war. Imagine a field of screaming, blood, self-destruction; but there's a glass bell jar which drowns out the noise, with fauna and a calm breeze. How the hell do I find it? I stumble blind across the mud, breaking my bones. ... and my bones do hurt. I am scared of letting my boyfriend touch me sometimes because something inside panics and screams that it will hurt.
I guess we build our own hell. Hell within mountains of rotten food, or hell within self destruction and desolation. ... but maybe there will be beauty among it all someday. If I can build a hell within this prison, I'm sure I can build my own heaven too.
Thanks for stopping by in this thread of gloom!
To be perfectly honest - I'm still somewhat losing because I'm on the other side of the spectrum from where you've described yourself to be. I'm not letting myself eat? I'm scared to start eating because of the fear that I won't be able to stop. Yes I'm in control, but in truth I am not. I get neurotic if I count my daily calorie intake to be over 800, I cut corners on purpose bulking up my meals with the least calorie dense foods, pretending to eat much more than I actually am. Then again even when I eat so little I still feel like I'm eating too much. And even though I know I'm quite thin I can't see it at all. I was walking on the road today and passed a slim lady and I caught myself feeling huge, wishing I was thinner than her even though *realistically* she was about a size bigger than me.
Then again on days where I've 'allowed' myself not to count (on special occasions) - I have completely over done it and not been able to stop.
So where is the middle ground? It's a narrow strip of tranquility within chaos, destruction and war. Imagine a field of screaming, blood, self-destruction; but there's a glass bell jar which drowns out the noise, with fauna and a calm breeze. How the hell do I find it? I stumble blind across the mud, breaking my bones. ... and my bones do hurt. I am scared of letting my boyfriend touch me sometimes because something inside panics and screams that it will hurt.
I guess we build our own hell. Hell within mountains of rotten food, or hell within self destruction and desolation. ... but maybe there will be beauty among it all someday. If I can build a hell within this prison, I'm sure I can build my own heaven too.