Today I binge ate like mad. Its shit. I cant talk to my bf, hes got too many problems of his own. its like i cant talk to anyone. i hate my dad. my mum’s hysterical. my bf’s mum is always pointing out my food habits. in the end i had a massive chinese, so many crackers. so much rice, so much noodles, so much beef coated in sauce, so much shit. i would need to stop eating for a whole month to be back on track. im a mess. i just want to die. hate living at my bf’s parents. i think i should move out but just hav no money. b4 my binge madness. i felt so weak, so weak i couldnt get out of bed. it was such an effort. i got up at 4 30 ish am in this morning. my sense of balance is a complete fuck up and on top of that someone i really care abt treats me like shit. i think thats partly fucking me up/
i guess i need to get some balance. im so anxious. my room’s a mess.
i think if i write down what i eat in my diary i wont feel so shit, and i feel i know what ive eaten and then wont hav th feeling i havent eaten enough because i feel so weak/
at the moment the world feels grey and like its goin to get worse and like theres no exit. i just want to die. i dont want to fck up even more. the closer it gets to my deadline the worse it gets. and i hate fcking up
structure is what i need and completely cut out snacks. i let snacks in and that didnt work, i lost my sense of what i need to eat completely. im goin to revert back to my old diet.
breakfast (300)
lunch (300)
diner(400)
and 200 cals extra for milk
im just worried im goin to binge eat again. i dont want to. and i dont want to lose all my muscle. i hate evrything. i want to go to sleep and not wake up.
see how it goes. i think the problem also is, that im not exercising , so i feel my muscle in my arms is goin. which is why i reverted to crazy binge. because my body is not used to it its goin mad.
structure -get up at 5 am
read until 10:00
Go to gym -exercise -aim to exercise for 45 mins (read whilst on treadmill if can)
come back
12:00
im just worried im goin to binge eat again. i dont want to. and i dont want to lose all my muscle. i hate evrything. i want to go to sleep and not wake up.
nobody likes me, life feels like a deception. i dont fit in and im just som flotsom on the sea, being thrown abt.
