Night of Dread

I've finally had enough of it.

I've been fighting compulsive eating disorder, whatever you want to call it, for far too long now. I'm 5' 2" and 119.2 pounds, as of yesterday. I'm gonna be a lot more tomorrow. Combine a Chinese buffet and Thanksgiving leftovers. Also known as, doom.

I'm gonna have to tackle eating buffet style in the future now. I guess it's bird by bird. I used to use this blog just as a personal journal. Now it's an eating journal. Read and weep.

I used to be 10 pounds. OK, I was also a baby. My ideal weight is 110 pounds, but I'm happy anywhere from 108-112. It's gonna be my new year's resolution. Just like last year. So in the last year I've managed from gaining weight, but I did hit 113 this summer. I'm very disappointed that I gained it all back, but now I'm determined to lose it.

I eat a lot, for the record. I mean, a LOT. My problems are these: I eat when I'm bored. I eat when I'm reading. I eat to take my mind off work. I eat when food is free. I eat when other people are eating. I eat when I think I might be tired because I haven't eaten. And I don't stop when I'm full, because I don't get full. Literally. I only hurt myself. I think I might have chemical/hormonal problem, when the signals get from my stomach get lost in translation.

Aiming for a better day tomorrow. At least no Chinese Buffet.

Only work (a restaurant) and a party. This'll be rich.