I knew it would happen. I could sense it beginning to happen in the car on the way to the restaurant. I could feel the battle happening inside. After all, I'd been fighting it all day. I could feel myself losing, I could feel myself getting weak. A blanket of excuses came over my
self-control. And the receiving cord between my stomach and brain had been cut.
The final kill was starting.
I am sitting in front of a display of temptation, and I know I am done. I am bound and gagged and there is nothing I can do anymore. I go on the defense with celery sticks, but that's sort of obsolete when you wipe up the chicken wing grease with them. As if the 3 wings I attacked myself with after that weren't bad enough, I take the pile of garnish shredded lettuce and stir it in the spicy grease and top it with blue cheese. I don't even like blue cheese.
But I stir it with shaky desperate hands. And eat it.I am blind. All I am at this point is a pair of mechanical hands and a mouth. Ruining my perfect body. My self control has been suffocated by the blanket woven with the burlap of excuses.
"You're 103, you can afford this. You can work it off. You're hungry!" My weakened
self-control bleats its dying words. "
Only a little" But the food screams its battle cry so loud, it drowns out the meager attempts of resisting a massacre.
I am a pathetic, disgusting mess of a girl, asking my brother for his leftovers, eying my dad's fries, and begging for a bite of my Mom's food and a share in her pie. I can feel myself being defeated, being taken and beaten.
As my stomach expands and bloats, the blanket disappears and the battle is over. My self control awakens like a kidnap victim being released.
It surveys the damage with squinting eyes, and vows never to let it happen again.
But it will. My stomach will once again, probably tomorrow, attack and sabotage my body. Hit and run, stop and mug, fuck and leave. And I will have to deal with the grisly consequences. I will either have to damage my mouth with purging sessions, or my sanity with 3hr workouts that keep me up until 2 am.
I used to love food, now it just makes me cry.