As much as I didn't want to, I ate breakfast. I'm not sure if this ever happens to any of you, but for some reason I had no appetite. I was hungry, but nothing about eating seemed appealing. I was depressed, grouchy and feeling blah all morning. But I forced myself to eat. I forced myself to go about my day. I forced myself not to exercise and to keep up that happy face. I didn't feel like it in the least - I just did it.
Surprisingly though, by the afternoon I felt much better. I went out, did some shopping, came back and organized the house, studied a bit and here I am now.
Yes, I could have restricted, I could have exercised, or engaged in some other ED behavior. There's no way to describe how appealing both of those prospects seemed at the time. On the flip side of the coin I didn't want to eat, I didn't want to get up and do my daily duties. But it didn't matter what I wanted and didn't want to do - I just did it.
Some days are just like that. You have to do the right thing despite what you feel like doing. Our lives can't be controlled by our impulses. You have to bite the bullet and just do what's best for you, regardless of how you feel.
So what are you waiting for: