Without thinking about it, I start. My finger goes down my throat. I gag and cough until my face turns red. No, I need to do this. I start over, determined to finish what I started. After several attempts, my lunch is forced up. And I have to be honest. I've never felt better about myself. Perfect. But I need to go further. As soon as the food left my stomach, I got this rush. And I need more of it. I make myself a mental note; eat less, lose more.
For the next two weeks, everything I have “eaten” has not stayed down. There is a very noticeable change in my appearance. My stomach looks extremely flatter, and my thighs slimmer. And in the first time in a long time, this is a time where I feel confident about myself. But I still have a long ways to go. I want more gone, I want to look like I belong. I go into the bathroom and step on the scale, 124 it reads. My goal is 100.
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