It's True That You Shouldn't Stay In The "fuck It, Whatever" Mindset After A Binge - Food-wise, Anyway.

I fucking hate myself guys

It's the start of Easter break now and like any rational person I ditched all my plans and binged the first day and today as well

If I skip dinner and work out though I can probably do at least some kind of damage control (because I've eaten about 2000 calories now which is really fucking awful) and I can get my steps in as well... I'm just so disappointed in myself, because I was prepared for having my intake be a bit higher during the holidays, because sometimes when I have to eat with my family it just can't be avoided, but not like this, seriously

Anyway, looking forward I guess because I've already fucked shit up I can't change anyway 🥲

The not-eating after my class was cooking went well yesterday, the teacher was so busy, she didn't even pay attention to me

Now that but four more times to go still 🥲

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I can't find my sheet music anywhere :(

I feel dirty and I don't feel real

Like it seriously feels like being fat is blocking me from actually living and being someone

I know that sounds silly but I can't take myself serious like this

And I don't know who I am if I'm not skinny

not to self-diagnose, but something is definitely wrong here.

Lazy or a procrastinator? I don't know! I don't care! It all leads to me being the same useless, ineffective, inefficient piece of shit!

Oh and I just had my two Sims kids taken away because they were kinda ugly and now I'm left with the favourite..... and yes, it's what I did instead of working on my physics paper :D

Bruh my sister keeps pressuring her boyfriend into eating I'd literally break up with her

The other day I got a really hard ball at soccer practice kicked on my arm, not a big deal usually but it hit exactly my fresh cuts and man that shit hurt

If I for some reason ever end up having kids of my own I will never ever comment on their body, their weight or compare them to other children, not even their siblings, and then try to soothe them by telling them they're just built bulky. No. I will definitely not be encouraging of they may be overweight and - fucking (un)surprisingly - eat less. And if they lose weight, I won't comment on how grown up they look now with all the face fat gone or grab their ribcage and act fucking impressed or openly diet in front of them or fucking WALK INTO THE ROOM TO WEIGH MYSELF EVERY DAY WHILST I LITERALLY STAND THERE LIKE 🧍🏽

And if I notice my kid is ⭐ving themselve I'm not going comment on it constantly and never do anything, and I won't just shut up when they suddenly begin eating again, devouring everything in sight and all the other things.

And if their Grandma does any of these things I'm just not going to let them see each other when I'm not around. Because I won't have her feed them every fucking calorie in the house just because she didn't give a shit, and then have her try to gossip about my weight with my Mom and keep fucking comparing me to my sister and shit there is so much more and I'm sorry for the rant