And I’m so tired. It is so difficult to avoid the fridge when it is so close to me. I’m not hungry, the cookies are filling me enough, but I was accustomed to eat at midnight, put sweets inside me, and now I can’t. I know it’s bad for me, I know that I’m gonna be healthier without these unnecessary meals. Yes, they are just unnecessary. Why did I eat them all the time? Now I know that I was just addicted. I’m not hungry and still wanna eat? Oh yeah, that is an addiction to eating. Sure it is good to know that my fat came out of something, not from air.
But let’s get to the point. I’m three pounds lighter and feel much better. I always felt so heavy inside, with my stomach filled with rocks. Now it’s much better. Really. Mum said yesterday that I look slimmer already (What happened to her? I though that maybe she was addicted by aliens, and they returned to me a clone that acts as a good parent and really want to destroy the world!).
Well, three pounds… That is first time since I don’t remember when I lose more than half a pound. It’s making me think more optimistic about my body, there must be a chance, somewhere over the rainbow (over the cookie?). Now I wait for further results. Hope it’s gonna get better and better. Otherwise it will just feed me with some dreams and then take it away.
I need to drink. Want to join me?
