Flames consuming reason
Leaving only ashes left
You will catch me regretting my decision
I can't keep telling myself
What I want to hear
I can't just close my eyes
I know that its killing me
And its poinsoning the best in me
What I see I don't want to believe
So let me tell you more about the lies I lead...
-Slow Burn by Atreyu
Fuck food. I'm fasting. Saturday I can't, because I'm going up to Monroe, Michigan to hang out with friends, and we're drinking. And I making cookies. And I know they will take me to Pete's Garage again, which is a restaurant/bar. FML.
But today, tomorrow, Sunday, and every day after that... Fasting. I'm sick of calorie counting. I'm sick of wondering how badly its going to hurt to puke it up later. I'm sick of walking through the grocery store feeling like a fat ass. I'm sick of jamming a toothbrush down my throat.
Fasting. Only water and mints to control hunger pains will cross my lips. Even if I ate 25 mints a day that would still only be 500 calories. I need to continue exercising as well. I want to be a Diva, not a stick figure.
Fasting is my happy place.
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