Sunday, August 30, 2009
Scent of Sabotage
My anorexic housemate is gone
She has been replaced by housemates who EAT
Right now the scent of bacon and eggs is wafting into my room. Salty and greasy. I wish I could say it disgusted me, but it doesn't. It smells wonderful. I'll just have to stay behind closed doors until it has dissipated.
Now let's not forget the other housemate and our mutual friend who railroaded me into going out for dinner (I know the mutual friend is onto me, and she wouldn't take no for an answer). This was followed by an evening of coating things in chocolate and eating them. And me creeping away to "answer phone calls" and quickly throw up as much as I could in various bouts in my room. I couldn't do it in the bathroom because it would have been too obvious. And I couldn't talk my way out of it. Hooray for girls nights! Gross.
And then there are the FOUR loaves of gourmet bread and the bag of croissants and pastries on the counter. Gifted to me by a friend I encountered working at the bakery in the markets yesterday. I go there to buy bountiful bags of fresh produce and avoid the temptations of the supermarket. So this was a disastrous and unpredictable outcome. I'm trying to make the housemates eat as much as possible.
So yes... there are many challenges ahead. Today I'm doing alright. Trying to keep busy and find life-spiration. Spurred along by diet pills which are mostly just caffeine and are leaving me jittery but not all that hungry. Except for my fingernails, which I'm wolfing down ravenously.
Why is nobody blogging these days?