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Jan 05, 2009 14:46

Bulimia is easy to understand.

I think about the calorie rich food I put in my gut a few hours ago and then I think about my goals. My stomach churns. I want to purge myself. I feel guilty for what I just ate. But instead of channeling this nausea into a destructive force, I'm going to make it constructive.

I'm going to go to the gym tonight. I'm going to punish myself. I'm going to zone out and work my ass off (literally) and I'm going to do better in the future. Of course, I always say I'm going to do better.

It's no wonder why everyone is quick to think the worst of me. I always promise to do better but then I never make good on these things. This time I will. This is not a promise to you or to him or to her or to whoever. This is a promise from myself and to myself because I realize that I'm the only person that matters.
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