So today I was fat. I was greedy. I was a fraud. I felt guilty. Today I made a cake and ate some of the left over topping. I over indulged. I pigged out. I’m fat. I’m ugly. I’m a lier. I hate myself. I really do. This is how hard it is to eat. Anything. Anytime I eat these thoughts go through my head. I’m still only able to mange a small dinner. No breakfast or lunch. But today I ate that topping. Yes I may have enjoyed the first mouthful, the second was ok. The third I nearly spat out. Realisation hitting Home that I pigged out. Realisation that in fact I’m a fraud. And I’m fat.