Just quickly, for the first time like ever I stopped eating when I felt the first signs of being full! Yay, accomplishment. I would have been happier with not eating at all but parents...you know? But anyway, I think I have maybe some sort of compulsive eating thing. If there is food on my plate I feel like I have to eat it. Then again that could be just from my dad forcing me to eat all the food on my plate when I was a child...stupid fat bastard...you made me fat.
Another thing about my Father is that he always told me I was being a hypochondriac if I said I felt sick or something. And now, because of that, if I feel sick or think something is wrong, I always second guess myself.
Thanks. fml.
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