It’s such a paradox. It wouldn’t be as fun and exciting if I didn’t feel so out of control with the constant binging. But I’m a bit scared of it. But it’s the fear which makes it more exciting. And the excitement drives me to stuff more in during binges. I have these moments once or twice per day where I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror or rest my arms on my growing belly or feel my body being squeezed by my clothes. And I think “maybe this is getting out of hand. Maybe I’m big enough and should try to ease up a bit” and I feel a bit scared of what I’m doing to my myself. But then the fear once again becomes excitement and I’m back in the kitchen, trying to clear out every shelf in the fridge and cupboards lol.
Can anyone relate?
Can anyone relate?
2 years