Eat the Cookie
There you were just sitting there. Staring at me. Calling my name, enticing me. 'Shut up, I can't', I say. But you were insistent, 'It'll be fine. You will go to the gym and you'll feel better about it.' 'No, I can't. I want to, but I'm scared, and going to the gym will not help. Trust me I WANT to, but he won't let me.' What you just read is a conversation that I have in my head. I used to have this conversation hourly, then daily, but now it's only every so often. And the subject of the conversation does vary, today it was with a cookie. A glorious sugar cookie with frosting and sprinkles was my enemy today. I hated every second. All I wanted was to eat that freaking cookie, and I didn't...why? because my eating disorder was shouting loud today telling me I couldn't, and I obeyed. What's the worse that would have happened? I would have felt guilty for a while, but I would have enjoyed every...