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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:princessbella.blog.co.uk,2009-11-10:/</id><title>Diary of a food addict</title><link rel="self" href="http://princessbella.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://princessbella.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-10T10:45:34+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:princessbella.blog.co.uk,2007-03-19:/2007/03/19/day_one~1930059/</id><title>Day One</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://princessbella.blog.co.uk/2007/03/19/day_one~1930059/"/><author><name>PrincessBella</name></author><published>2007-03-19T02:52:16+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T02:56:05+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Today was meant to be the day i started fresh. Again.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I had a workout at the gym....(5 minute warmup on bike, 20 minutes on weights, 10 minutes of squats, and crunches, and finally 20 minutes on the treadmill)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;As i always do, i came out of the gym feeling on top of the world. I can do this!!!! I can be in control of the way i look!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I am an obsessive calorie counter. I am obsessed with food in every way. There isnt a minute of the day in which i feel comfortable with myself, or my eating habits. If i am not counting the calories in what i have already eaten, im counting up what im allowed to have for the rest of the day.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Dont get me wrong. I dont think im obesely fat. Im 5 4" and on a bad day i weigh 9 stone 13, on a good day i weight 9 stone 7. But its not about how much i weigh. I look in the mirror and what i see disgusts me. I cry when i think about the way i look. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I hate the way i look with a passion that scares me sometimes. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;If anyone i knew was to read this blog they would probably die of shock. Im blonde, i have a large chest, and i am not ugly. But you dont have to BE ugly to feel ugly. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I have such an unhealthy relationship with food. I crave all the things that are bad for me, and then beat myself into submission when i give in and eat them. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I am the worlds worst binge eater. Tonight so far i have eaten..(and im ashamed to even put this in writing)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;1 x roast beef monster munch&lt;br&gt;
1 x flaming hot monster munch&lt;br&gt;
1 x cheese &amp; onion squares&lt;br&gt;
3 x 2 finger kit kat&lt;br&gt;
2 x packet of maltesers&lt;br&gt;
half tube of salt and vinger pringles &amp; dip&lt;br&gt;
1 large slice of chocolate cake.&lt;br&gt;
2 x buttered toast&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;If i could i would go and make myself throw it all back up this instant. thats what i feel like doing. I want all this shit that i have just mindlessly consumed OUT OF MY BODY..&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;but i cant. i cant make myself be sick. in a way im glad. i know if i worked out how to do it its a downward spiral i would very very easily get caught up in. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So why do i do this? why do i eat this way. Secretive, alone, bingeing, gorging, not even tasting it sometimes. if only i knew the answer.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;is it because im greedy? its certainly not due to hunger. its compulsive - the fact that i feel full never hinders me when im mid binge. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;aarrrrrrrgh.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;why cant i be normal? why cant i have a normal relationship with food. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;my dream is to be able to eat a piece of a chocolate bar and be able to put it down and say, no thanks, one bit is enough. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So. Another day, another set back, another night of feeling like shit. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And so, tomorrow is another day...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Yet again, im going to start fresh.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Yeah right.
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