Some Time

I have a little extra time this morning, but not sure what to write.

I did okay at work yesterday. 18 boxes is better than 13, right? Maybe I’ll be faster today.

My shirts are really uncomfortable now. I’m really gaining. Even when there’s not much left to gorge on, I find a way. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me? All I have to do is not overeat. Why is it so hard right now?

There has to be a way to stay out of my kitchen.

I’m caught in a vicious cycle of overeat and punish. Absent from this cycle is any kind of self-compassion. I know this is what I need to make it work, but it’s so lacking.

I have to go for now.