Food and Feelings

Well, I thought about writing a poem, but I’m not coming up with anything clever right now, so I’ll just write.

I’m obsessed with food. I’ve just had potatoes and eggs, and I wish I could have something sweet, but not just a small piece of cake, or five cookies. I wish I could go on a binge n have glazed doughnuts, an apple fritter, Mother’s oatmeal cookies, some pound cake, banana pudding, maybe ice cream to go with the cake

Even as I’m eating something, I’m thinking of what I can have next.

What is it that I want? What can replace sugar for me?

I know how all this sugar effects my body, carrying an extra one hundred fifty, maybe sixty pounds.

Even as I eat, I think I’m not enjoying, not savouring the food enough, and I need the taste of the sugar to be continuous, never-ending; so I fill my mouth full of the sweetness. Maybe it’s only satisfying as long as I’m eating it.

Every time I hear a bag rattle I wonder what’s in it. Especially if it sounds like i could be cookies.

I want to loseht, but I keep eating sweets.

If I could find the key, understand what changes I need to make, how to break the cycle, if I could just read this to someone who could help me. If I can be a little ahead of the game before I know for sure if I’m elegible for the lap band …

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