I did not make it through one day without an emotional breakdown related to food.
Four protein, meal replacement shakes and three Jellos later I was twitching like a meth addict two dollars short of their next hit.
I went from positive thinking to GIVE ME A FUCKING SANDWICH faster than you can say "Slimfast."
At about 7 p.m. -- more than 14 hours into my day -- I broke down and ate a little bit of some leftovers.
Then I became guilt-ridden and vowed to make myself throw it up. That lasted for approximately 30 seconds. I couldn't do it. So I sat on the edge of the bathtub and cried. Thus ended The Worlds Shortest Bought of Anorexia Ever.
Now I'm being snuggled by a portly pug and am praying I sleep tonight. I might survive not having food, if I can beat the insomnia.
And Lord knows I'm going to need to be well rested for tomorrow's adventure: Attending the office Christmas party without eating or drinking.
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