I’m a piece of sh*t.

I can’t get happy. If I eat, I’m worthless. If I restrict, I’m worthless.

Spent over two hours in the gym today. Tried to leave after an hour but I just couldn’t. I thought of all the calories I wouldn’t be burning so I stayed.

I can’t talk or think my way out of this. I try to tell myself it’s just food; it can’t hurt me or make me dirty. But it screams back a different message.

I’m afraid of where this is going. I’m such a piece of sh*t.