I love being home with my family, but seriously, I eat and eat and eat and I hate the fact that I can’t stop. Hating myself a little more and more every single day.
My family keeps buying me sweets and forcing me to eat fatty foods, despite the fact that they KNOW I have a binge problem. It’s all so backwards.
Fuck. I binged. There was so much olive oil in that dish. And I’m too sick to go out running. Fuuuuuck.