Why?
One word, one question, yet such a hard one to answer.
Why is it that I know something is wrong, that something is not good for me, yet I still do it? The thing is I really feel that there is something different about the way my brain works than the way my skinny friends’ brains work. I am consistently worrying about food, what I should eat, what I shouldn’t eat, when will I eat, how much will I eat, and how much should I really eat, where will we eat when we go out later, what do I want to eat- oh wow. Now, you ask someone else, my friend who is naturally skinny, “Do you think about food a lot?” ‘Nope,” is the answer I get. Amazing. I mean, this has got to mean something, right?
I should be asleep, but I keep thinking. My brain is at war. I keep going back and forth, back and forth- what should I do, what plan should I pick- back and forth.
I need to stop, and it’s as simple as that. I need to be smart and use my God Given common sense.
I’m going to bed, and as I drift off to sleep I will be thinking about some stuff, preparing myself for launch.