Today just before my lunch there was a lady who comes every once in a while who is very obviously anorexic. She gets gas (obviously, I work at a gas station) and pays at the pump so I've always kind of watched from afar. Today I was outside and she looked at me and smiled at me and I smiled back and said hello and she said hello back. But I bring this up because Every time I see her I have this insatiable urge to ask her questions about herself, about her life. Why is she like this? How did she get to that point?
Anyway, today I was anxious about buying my lunch because I knew I could easily eat far too much. And they have a bake sale in the break room going on today. And while eating I just didn't even want to. I am upset. Upset makes me not wasn't to eat. Upset makes me feel physically ill. But I ate it all. And now I just feel awful. I don't even want this... Bleh..
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