tell me about it. when i first moved back here i went a little crazy. i think i was just stressed and felt out of place. i was fitting into clothes i hadn't worn in 6 years and that made me happy in a sick sort of way and i had to remind myself that i was getting to a place that was scary for the people in my life. . .so i chilled out. of course the climb back up is just as hard the second time as it was the first. dammit i'm too old to be going through this crap again!
you're probably like me in that if you're heartbroken, you can't eat. that explains what happened when you first moved, for sure. i can't lie and say that some heart hurting (not breaking this year!) didn't help with my health month dieting, but the buck stops at these jeans. at least we know better now, right? 10 years ago would have been a freak out.
my not eating is usually a result of inner turmoil. when i am really really sad i can stuff my pie hole, but if that sadness is coupled with calamity than food is the last thing on my mind. starving is and always will be a control thing for me and over eating is a loss of control. i have found balance, but its hard to maintain. i know deep down that i like being smaller than i should be. clothes look better, but in the end i will always find faults so why be sickly and gross and discontent when i can be healthy and glowing and discontent?! hahaha.
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