5 slices of medium pizza... Nearly... I feed part of it to boyfriend. I had a slice except part of the crust. Then pulled out 2. Ate most of 1 and destroyed the other breaking it up into tiny bits. Then I was ok. But I felt hungry. I told myself normal people don't eat more than 2 slices. Then I told myself normal people don't stave themselves all day either. But i'm not normal. And I started watching a movie and next thing I knew i'm eating more pizza. 3 slices and the urge to purge but inability to put into action in place and here I am, a fat fucking cow.
Funny, I looked in the mirror naked and I can see the defined hourglass waist clearly but at the same time all I see around it is fat. I hate my mirrors. I wonder if my boyfriend's figured out where the scale is yet or if he even cares. I don't think he let's the truth of what I do sink in unless I tell him so he's probably blissfully ignorant.
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