I sat on the couch wallowing in self-pity. My tutor had left for the day, leaving me with nothing to do but eat.
Eating. That was what got me into this situation. Onto this couch.
I’ve heard people say that food is their enemy, or that food is their best friend; food is my life.
In the darkness, when others grab for a blanket or a stuffed animal, I reach for that exra large bag of potato chips.
Somedays, I wonder if I’ll ever get off of this couch. If I’ll ever curb my obsession.
It’s funny how something meant to give life is taking away mine.