I’ve been sitting here for hours after a somewhat binge, after an already off-plan weekend, feeling like this is completely worthless. Why ever bother? I’m a total failure. But then it hit me. Am I seriously going to be depressed about the food I consumed?
Sure right now I’m kicking my past self for making poor decisions that made me feel this way but is life really all about what food we put into our mouths? No. That’s ridiculous. And this goes both ways, it doesn’t matter if all I ate yesterday was a boat load of vegetables or if I ate 3 slices of cake, that day is over. The food is no longer of importance now.
You/I can either decide to enjoy it and stick with that decision or forego it and STICK with that decision. I’m so tired of food being this massive source of either happiness or utter disappointment in my life.
I’m either depressed I ate too much or depressed about the food I can’t eat. What a waste of time and emotions is that? This realization just talked me out of my own toxic state of mind. Maybe it’ll help you too
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