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 bite.  

Would I have gained 10 lbs after eating it?  No, of course not.

Absolutely nothing would have happened.  And on that note. I saw screw it.  mmmhmm ;crunch crunch: :spills some crumbs: :licks lips: :DELICIOUS:

My advice to you: Life's too short...ALWAYS EAT THE COOKIE.


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