My eating disorder is very excited this morning. We're going to a nine hour convention, we'll have to stand on our blistered feet all day and it's going to be really, really boring. For nine hours.
I'm still in the hotel room, and already the little guy, my ED, is jumping up and down. he knows that the day will be filled with opportunities for him to whine and cajole about food. The convention starts at 8, so we can start there. I can hear him now.
"You ate an early dinner last so you must be ready to eat again. Uhm, can you smell the muffins at the restaurant, conveniently located right next to our booth? Isn't that great, we'll be right here by the restaurant for the whole nine hours -- today and tomorrow. Bravo!"
I'll put him off the first time, but we know he'll start in again, right? Probably around 8:10.
"But Melissa, you're tired. Eating will perk you up, even if you're not hungry at all."
I figure I'll be hearing from him about every ten minutes. or less. all day. both days.
Wish me luck.
The Wisdom of Our Youth
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2 comments:
Hey ED! Here's a chew toy! Here's a coloring book! Relax, boy! Let poor melissas get her work done and enjoy her day. Boy. You're so demanding! Let that poor lady have some breathing space, will ya'? It's not all about you, dude.
(Smiles, warmth, and support your way, melissas)
thank you, danielle mari. i wish the little guy would take a vacation. i do see this as a childish part of myself -- wanting to fill every minute of boredom or discomfort with food. i really like your comment -- very soothing.
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