Alright...think.
Alright...so. Lately, I've been treating my body like shit. Basically, when things get tough, my coping mechanism is to stop eating. Um, I don't understand this and it started when I started my freshman year. It's nothing serious, I never go days without eating, but when I'm really stressed I'll drink coffee in the morning (or something that will purposely upset my stomach), so I don't feel hungry the rest of the day. Then it'll head into evening and I'm going out or going to work, so for some reason I eat at that time because my body tells my brain, "Stop being crazy, she has to eat". So I'll eat something ridiculously small like cottage cheese or whatever. Well, I really need to quit these bad habits. Or work on them at least, because not being fair to myself phyiscally will take a toll emotionally and mentally, which I cannot afford whatsoever right now. So, I'll be back to working out and eating pretty healthy again soonishly.
I worked through the following emotions today: rejection, anger, fear, sadness, loss, greif, and most of all, hurt. "Nobody ever said it was gonna be easy...they just said it'd be worth it." So, I again hang onto two things that keep me going - hope and faith.
And hey, God, I really need you in my life now more than ever. You've already made your grand entrance...work your magic.
Had to record that so I can look back on it when the habits tempt me again.
Alright...going on 19 hours with just six hours of sleep...I think my brain's shutting off soon.