Creeping

I’m having that feeling again.

The one where I want to eat everything in my sight.

Its been slowing coming on since this coronavirus thing started.

Slowly. Creeping. Like a silent intruder. But still coming nonetheless.

I fight, but sometimes I don’t want to HAVE TO fight. I just don’t want to.

But if I don’t fight, IT wins. And I have to win, not IT.

So, no. I won’t eat that extra piece of pound cake. Nope, not today. And no, I won’t indulge myself in that thought, the one that says this “food” will make things better. Nope, I won’t do it. Its a lie.

I find myself taking comfort in food. Almost an attempt to find little bits of joy in each day. I know it won’t really produce joy, but it definitely serves as a mask.

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