So, I’ve been on the extensive program for three months, now. Or, I should say that I’ve appeared to be on the extensive program.
It’s my mother who brings me the outside food. Funny, isn’t it? She’s the one who’s always telling me what a knockout I’ll be once I lose the weight.
Sometimes I feel terrible for fooling the doctors. For fooling myself.
But then I’ll start eating, and forget those terrible feelings. Wonderful, isn’t it?
Am I as horrible as I sound?