I feel sludgy. My stomach is rebelling. It wants no more pizza, no more cookies - it wants no more shoveling-in of high-calorie foods. The stomach is reminding me that pizza is greasy and Oreos have lard, and can't I just have some nice carrot sticks? And I remind the stomach that the horrible food will continue until I get back over 90 pounds at the very least.
I hate it that I've been forcefeeding myself so much and for so long that pizza + Oreos = horrible food. My body is just sick of this. My body is sick of the gorging.
I am sick of being sick. So sick of being sick. And I'm sick of that being all I'm able to talk about. Trust me. It is pretty all-consuming. And almost everything in my life that doesn't tie into the thing I'm not allowed to talk about ties into being sick. So that ends up being all I can talk about.
pics.livejournal.com.... still waiting.
I'm in a Mood tonight. Typing tonight is my equivalent of drunk dialing. I'm tempted to pull an all-nighter just to see what comes out of my brain.
pics.livejournal.com - failed, never found socket. Trying again.
I won't pull an all-nighter, of course, because my body is too tired. Weak, wobbly. What I will do is hopefully get these pics and the next set uploaded soon, and then go watch Muppets Wizard of Oz, and then go to bed like a good girl.
pics.livejournal.com still not going....