Control

I know it’s unhealthy.  I know I should stop, but I can’t seem to make myself.  Maybe if I write about it will help me move past it.

Since that Tuesday night when my world caved in I haven’t eaten hardly anything.  I added it up yesterday and I’ve eaten less in 8 days than I previously did in one.  At first I wasn’t hungry.  The grief and depression dulled any cravings for food, but that eventually passed and I started feeling stirrings again.

However, then something else started happening.  I just refused to eat.  I would feel the hungry, but no need to satisfy it.  In fact it was almost like an odd sort of power trip.

There’s a strange kind of euphoria I’m experiencing.  My life around me is all out of control but I can control this.  I can say whether or not I put a bite of food into my mouth.  Hunger is a primal force, but I can control it.

I also know that part of it is poor self image.  In the years I was with my boyfriend I had gained some weight.  The irony is that women who are happy in relationships do this, study after study shows they gain weight.  I was mostly happy.  And then there was my thyroid out of whack that contributed to the weight gain.

At the moment I feel ugly and horribly unattractive.  I’m not a beautiful woman, but at least I don’t have to be overweight and not beautiful.

So I’m sure part of it is also a weird sort of reaction to that.

I was surprised at how well my energy maintained for so long.  It’s amazing how long we really can go without food.  But this morning I find myself feeling fairly weak.  I know I should walk over to the local deli and get something…but something keeps holding me back.

I just made a couple of odd mistakes here at work, so my mental facilities are definitely not working as well as they should.

I guess it’s time for that walk.

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