Well it's almost a week since this happened, and I've been on a bit of a food bender. You don't need details, but in one week I've spent in takeouts about the same amount as I should spend on three weeks groceries.
If I'm being honest and open with myself, I'm actually really scared of what my future holds for me. I've looked online about fatty liver, and if unchecked it basically ends up like sclerosis of the liver, you know the thing that KILLS alcoholics.
I think in a lot of ways I am like an alcoholic, but with food. I don't eat for pleasure, but because there is an evil little voice inside telling me to fail and that I'm worthless, so I may as well destroy myself.
I'm off work tomorrow, so I better sit and take a long hard look at what I need to do to turn myself arround. Now this isn't me putting it back on my tomorrow list that I mentioned above. This is me putting it on my "its after 11pm and I'm not thinking clearly enough to focus properly, so I'm going to bed and making a fresh start in the morning" list.
Night chums, tomorrow is a new day.