I need to move but I don't want to move.
The water would feel good but I don't want to get in it.
I am at a point in my new life as one who keeps a weather eye on her food where I get frustrated. And feel deprived. And think about it too much.
i wonder have always wondered what it's like to not think about food. how it goes in the mouth. how it exits the body. how so much of it never exits the body. my therapist says food = fuel. yes. of course. i say calories in = calories out. yes. of course i say that. but right now my body is saying ice cream ice cream and again ice cream and i am listening to ice cream ice cream.