“One time I was a vegetarian for a week.”
We love food. Honestly, eating is probably the highlight of our days.
Logical isn’t as fantastic as lunch. And all you can think of is how glorious lunch will be.
Here I am. Almost twenty three years old, and I still struggle day to day with my eating habits.
Stop Eating When Your Body is Like, “Hey. Stop Eating, Asshole.”
Eat nothing but pre-packaged frozen meals. Feel hungry after the five bites it takes you to finish your meal for the day.
Anytime I overhear friends or radio announcers voice the athlete’s surname, my head and heart are bombarded with the savory delight that is Indian cuisine.
So I turn to my mind in all its rapid activity. I patiently wait for it’s inevitable silence, then I give it love.
And that’s the thing about eating disorders – they don’t just destroy you, they also hurt those who are close to you because they don’t understand what’s truly wrong. They don’t understand how someone they love and respect so much could do so much harm to themselves. How someone they look up to could be so ashamed of their body. How someone they see as an inspiration and role model can’t see their true reflection when they look in a mirror.
Whiskey is basically the official alcoholic beverage of cabins everywhere. Have you ever seen an unhappy person at a cabin? I didn’t think so.