I’ve had a rough week. Monday was weird – to say the least. I got sideswiped on Pico (AGAIN!), I came in to find my therapy journal in the hands of someone else. Then after having an emergency therapy session in which I had a minor meltdown, I went and got tattooed which brings up all kinds of body image issues for me. My week has been reflected in that miasma of issues.
Under stress, my old habits start poking their noses out and trying to see what’s up.
"Hmm…maybe you don’t need to eat that…?"
"Maybe you would feel better about yourself if you threw up dinner."
"Maybe you should limit your calories to 1,300 a day or 1,100 – just to be safe."
"Maybe you’re a total whiner and people have bigger problems than this and you should just get over yourself and do something useful for a change?"Welcome to my eating disorder. She's a mean, mutherfuckin' bitch.
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