UGH.
What's the point of a realistic blog, if you don't tell the truth? This past week has been murder. I've literally indulged myself in ever way possible, so needless to say...this bitch folded.
It's always exceedingly difficult around the holidays to behave when it comes to eating. Some days I find myself without any real appetite at all. Not because I'm particularly avoiding it, but literally because my body doesn't need it. I've posted several times on here about how your own psyche has so much to do with your weight. I wish the human brain didn't puzzle me so, but it really does. It amazes me how the human body really works. And this is coming from someone who majored in human biology and science! Still, it surprises me all the time.
Indulgence. There is no definition in world that can state it is necessary. It's totally not. We indulge, we cave, we fold, because we enjoy it. Does that make us weak? Sometimes yes, most often it is due to self mutilation, self loathing, and sabotage. Don't get it twisted. When you indulge in something, it's hard not to get carried away. This doesn't just pertain to food either. It's related to everything we do.
How many times have you done something that you know you'll regret? It doesn't mean you're a fucking psychic, it means you are simply aware of this plague called indulgence. Indulgence to me, means simply doing something because I secretly hate myself. Pretty harsh right, but it's really how I feel. Some days I just don't give a fuck and there I go. Straight to fucking hell.
This past week was just that for me. I had a great time with my family at home, my friends, I always love a good get together. However, I'm feeling such remorse now over the decisions I've made. Not just eating but guilty about spending money, buying shit that I really don't need. Okay maybe I actually do, so I shouldn't be so somber about it. My clothes are literally two to three sizes too big for me. None of my jeans fit, I'm swimming in most of my shirts and feel like I'm always wearing a potato sack around me. In other words, I'm justifying my purchases at Express. They were all great deals, after Christmas discounts and for the most part I'm pretty pleased.
I've never really had control issues, that is issues over letting myself get out of control. Most people would describe me as having my shit together. Well guess what, they're fucking right. I allow myself from time to time to really just let everything go to shit so to speak. Awful isn't it? I don't drink really, and I don't do drugs, I shop because when I want something I just go get it, and I do most things because I want to. Some people allow themselves to wallow in being depressed, I give myself a time limit. It's a coping mechanism I've formed for myself since I was about seven. It works really well for me, and other times hinders me. I've learned so much over the years on how to deal with circumstances in my life. I don't sit and wallow in anything because it isn't fucking productive.
In a world where I can control very little, I at l east have the ability to work harder at the things I can attempt to keep in line.
I gave myself this past week to binge, to misbehave and go straight to fucking hell. I'm over it, I enjoyed it, and now i can let it the fuck go.
Judge me all you want. I'd be a fool not to think there are lots of people out there that would like nothing better than to see me fall. You can see me fall all you want, but you will see me stand back up.
Every. Fucking. Time.
Every. Fucking. Time.