Monday, September 24, 2012
New Rule
My decision to quit food cold turkey... actually stuck. At least this far. I have a new rule in effect, since yesterday, and it feels sturdy as reinforced concrete so far: I am not allowed to eat in the apartment, or eat food that came out of the apartment. Basically I can't make any more food disappear from the apartment kitchen, so the roommates will stop noticing my eating and stop confronting me about it. (Liquids are still okay. I can still make coffee, Crystal Light, homemade lemonade, etc.)
There is... I think tomato residue?... all over my keyboard, dried, stubborn, gross.
I've had 80 calories so far today, just to settle my meds in my stomach, and my only (non-vodka) calories yesterday were a couple of green apple slices and a cup of sauteed red cabbage offered to me for dinner by my dance partner at his apartment. (I explained to him what kind of mode I was in and why, and he understood well enough not to push me too hard. He's truly an angel for getting me to eat the apple slices and cabbage, and I told him so. I'm healthy and happy whenever I'm around him, he's such a good influence.)
Operation Look As Helpless As I Am, So Everyone Figures Out That It's No Use Reasoning With Me (abbreviated Operation LAHAIASEFOTINURWM) is coming along nicely.
There is... I think tomato residue?... all over my keyboard, dried, stubborn, gross.
I've had 80 calories so far today, just to settle my meds in my stomach, and my only (non-vodka) calories yesterday were a couple of green apple slices and a cup of sauteed red cabbage offered to me for dinner by my dance partner at his apartment. (I explained to him what kind of mode I was in and why, and he understood well enough not to push me too hard. He's truly an angel for getting me to eat the apple slices and cabbage, and I told him so. I'm healthy and happy whenever I'm around him, he's such a good influence.)
Operation Look As Helpless As I Am, So Everyone Figures Out That It's No Use Reasoning With Me (abbreviated Operation LAHAIASEFOTINURWM) is coming along nicely.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
It Begins
I live in Chicago, and have for thirty-two days. Over the course of this time, my new roommates have determined:
1) I am an alcoholic.
2) I am unreliable.
3) I have no cause whatsoever to be so stubborn, irrational, and irresponsible about food, and should just take their advice, eat healthy, and get the f*** over myself.
[3.1) And in order to prove that it is no use reasoning with me over food, and that I actually have an eating disorder rather than an annoying case of hysteric narcissism, I must quit food cold turkey, IMMEDIATELY.]
1) I am an alcoholic.
2) I am unreliable.
3) I have no cause whatsoever to be so stubborn, irrational, and irresponsible about food, and should just take their advice, eat healthy, and get the f*** over myself.
[3.1) And in order to prove that it is no use reasoning with me over food, and that I actually have an eating disorder rather than an annoying case of hysteric narcissism, I must quit food cold turkey, IMMEDIATELY.]
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