Today my downward spiral continues. It’s a day that needs to end. I’ve binged, I’ve biked and I’ve burned.
I slept in, slightly comatosed from last night’s sleep aid. I rushed little man out the door to nursery, and when I arrived home, I made a cuppa and sat with my thoughts.
I wanted to leave little man at nursery indefinitely, and actually dreaded picking him up this evening. I’m no good for him, and sometimes, I think I hate him, or is it the life I now lead since his arrival?
I’ve shoved chocolate bars, cereal bars, real butter smothered scones, bananas, crisps, yogurts, sweets, and anything else edible in my possession, into my face; as if preparing for a winter hibernation.
I off course felt grotesque, and this feeling forced me to go and pump some pedals. Upon returning home I binged some more, fueling further disgust.
Two fingers down my throat expelled some off this disgust, and straightening irons held firmly against my arm expelled some more, and brought me temporary calm.
Now though, with some hours remaining before bedtime, my arm is in agony, my jaws are crying out for more junk food and my legs, (already fatigued from overdoing things lately) are jittery as my head is telling me, I need to pedal some more.
3 thoughts on “194. The 3 B’s”
If you need to talk let me know, I hope your day improves. I have 3 B’s also. I’m going to Titahi Bay Beach because I’m Bored (technically that is 4) I’m hungry, lonely and have horrible flatmates. I wish I could have some of your food. Hugs from me ❤
Very kind message, thank you. I’m sorry to hear you are lonely. Sending hugs from opposite side of the world.
Thank you, I need hugs.