I drove through Carl’s Jr. last night, sometime around 2 am, and got a burger and a shake. That’s over 2000 of the worst calories you can consume about an hour and a half before I went to bed. That’s so bad, I’m at a loss for words on how else to describe it.
I ate that burger last night because I don’t feel like I deserve to be happy or healthy – a feeling that has been steadily reemerging in me for some time now. It’s no coincidence then, that my resolve and dedication have slowly fallen apart over that same time period. Whatever it was, that I had, which prompted me to lose 40 lbs, I’ve lost it. That sense of self worth that made me want to be better is gone, and without it, I feel powerless – I’ve no reason to fight.
Does stress do this to person; break them down until they feel as if they deserve it? Or, does the feeling that one deserves to be broken the thing that drives us to create the stress that breaks us down? I don’t know. I’m not even sure whether I’m posting this as sign of defiance, or self pity. I hope it’s the former, and am terribly afraid it’s the latter.
The proverbial “they” say that the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. Well, I have a problem. What’s step 2?