There’s an art to eating...
I haven’t quite figured it out yet. It is an art. You can tell. And not everyone has that talent. But we try; we try to seem like we have all the talent but some can only do so much. People with B.E.D know what I’m talking about. Not too long ago, I was diagnosed myself. Recently, it seems like it’s taken over my life - taken over the way I see the world and the way I live. I’m trying to live with it and not be the reason why I see the world in drab grey (humans do that enough for me).
I thought I had it under control about two months ago. My mom came into town and tried to get me on a healthier lifestyle (like she has time and time again) but this time it stuck... for about a month. It seemed easy and I was becoming a healthier person, making smarter decisions and then slowly I started falling back into the old habits. Now, I feel like I can’t get out of them. Especially with everything good and/or healthy being taken so soon with the COVID-19 breakout. Everyone is taking everything in bulk.
But anyway, I had it under control for a little while it seemed. Then I fell apart... piece by piece. I need help, I need answers. I need a constant life coach that stays by my side 24/7. But it shouldn’t have to be that way. Someone shouldn’t have to live that life and I shouldn’t have to drag someone else down this low with me just to keep myself from over eating and eating badly.
I need to do this for myself. I can’t do it for anyone else. I want to have kids one day, I want to start a family but I can’t do that with a possibility of dying during childbirth because of my weight. These are all things that I think about daily, hourly, almost every minute. It’s sad but it happens and I don’t know what to do about it. I need some insight. I need to know how I can help myself; I know no one else can do it for me.
I dream about this every night.