Twenty Seven.

Here's to a new beginning.

I hate this continuous cycle that I've been in. I have 1 good week, followed by 3 bad ones.
Time to put an end to this. I've realized that I'm actually quite sick of food. Although I continue to eat it. Why?!

Ugh, It's so frustrating. I don't know how I do it either. Even when I know that I'm full, I still crave food. I know I'm not physically hungry, I just want something to fill this void inside me. Anyways plan for tomorrow, Gym, work, home, gym, home, sleep. Repeat.


Thursday is my final session of therapy from my melt down of July '09. Funny, isn't it? How once I'm being discharged I begin to relapse? Shows how much therapy and shit actually helped me. Maybe I'm relapsing because I'm scared of being alone again. Maybe this is my desperate cry for help. But perhaps it could also be me getting and inch and taking a mile. I'm getting my freedom back, so I'm gonna run with it. Now I can go back to doing what I want.
Not what others think is best for me.


Anyways, I really need to stop eating.
Once again, I need to resort back to writing detailed lists of my daily activities....


Hopefully tomorrow will be a good day.
I'm gonna fast tomorrow.
I just decided it right now.
No food.


Isabella.Inspired