Food is fucking delicious but holy fuck does it hurt. I was on keto for a few months and it wasn't perfect, but I wasn't hating it. I say this because after a couple nights of anxiety that led to binges, I've been mindlessly eating and can't seem to stop myself until I'm in physical pain. I'll be snacking and not even realize that I'm over eating until I'm nauseous and overstuffed. I used to eat a lot, but it never made me feel like this before. Like my tastebuds demand food but no other part of me agrees.
Anyway, I'm really, really struggling right now. I don't want to lose the progress I've made. I'm swirling between the happiness that food brings me and the sadness of not knowing how to make this stop. Still, I guess I'm kinda grateful for the clarity this has brought me? Like I never knew my relationship with food was this bad. I've gotten to the point where I just feel bad for myself. Not even in a self-pity kinda way but in a "I'm trying to comfort a lost inconsolable child whose parents are nowhere to be found and its incredibly awkward because I have no idea what I'm doing" kinda way.
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