Being bulimic is taking a toll on my body.
I woke up today and immediately ran to the bathroom.
It felt so good when I moved my bowels, since it had been over 24 hours.
I sat there pushing and grunting making sure every last drop of poop was expelled from my body.
When I was done, I looked at myself shirtless in the mirror and felt triumphant when I got on the scale and realized that I lost 3/4 of a pound.
It was so awesome that I went downstairs and celebrated my weight loss with 2 grapes.
Then I ate some crackers, and cheese.
Then I ate a 21 ounce rib eye steak.
Then I took a nap.
Then I woke up and ate 3 ears of corn and a few french fries.
Then I ate some tri tip, an ice cream cone and a few corn cakes.
It was hard staring at myself in the mirror after that.
I took my shirt off and wept.
I looked so fat.
Kind of like this girl.
I feel her pain.