Here i am, stuck in a rut again.
In this pattern of shoving those yummy(but fattening all the same) food down my throat.
I am not sure if this form of escapism is my way of proclaiming frustation, because the stomach has got a filling sensation and much of it turns out to be guilt.
The unsightly bulge is turning me off, as i twist and turned about, wishing for it to all go off.
This is not the normal me for sure, for one i do love eating and couldnt really be much bothered by all this.
Right now, i just feel really ugly and fat, quite a useless and unmotivated person as i while away my precious time.again, and again, even though i could not afford any.
No one truly know and understand what kind of a shithole i am in now, no?

All i know is that i am, and have been slowly makin progress over the past one week or so.
Its not much, but at least its a start because no one can accept a change 360 degree out of nowhere, can they?
Something has been taunting me but i try not to be too affected.
What i want now is more change and hopefully time to accomplish what i had set out to achieve 2 and a half years back.