So I've come to the terrible conclusion today that I have an eating disorder- or lack thereof. I mean I don't really eat. Yes this is a form of starving myself, but I am not annorecix nor am I bulimic (can't stand throwing up). I came to this sad conclusion based on the fact that I am still bothered by society's veiw on desirable females and this odd sort of discipline I have. I normally eat twice a day and with a serious look at it, I know it's not nearly enough. A slimfast in the morning and whatever else I choose at night. Yeah I know I'm hungry during the day. I can feel how crabby I can get towards the end of my day and like there is a pressure or thinning of my face. I know that there is that hollow feeling somewhere in my stomache, but honestly at this point I am not really hungry, but it would be a good idea to eat. Yet I don't. I have no idea why I don't, but I'm (mentally) just not hungry, or I should say not interested in food. I really think that qualifies as a sort of eating disorder. Knowing that kind of scares ms honestly, but at the same time it does not have me running to the nearest convenient store looking for something to snack on.
And that's another strange point- I don't snack. I work mainly at a computer an never picked up that habit.
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