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I hate parties

Last night I finally went to that party. Make wallpaper and watch people enjoying themselves is one thing that I find it quite well.
I feel like a clover: they are used to 'spice', but if I am alone I have eaten a sour taste. Inedible and indigestible. Those flavors that make you twist your face, you sit on your tongue and do not forget.
By then the food, I made a mess, even if my own free will:
- 3 sushi (60 calories) +
- A spoonful of rice in Cantonese (70 calories) +
- A forkful of Chinese noodles (70 calories) +
- A spring roll (135 calories) +
- Macedonia (100 calories) +
- A scoop of ice cream mozzarella cheese (110 calories)
545 calories that I could not throw up, and although I could not have done. But now I feel very bad. It 's a choice I made since last year, the birthday of the girl, I was able to turn dinner into a disaster. In part it was the fault of the people who paid too much attention to me, the other is known that certain situations-maybe-I should learn to avoid them being realistic, instead of always love her face at all costs. I am ashamed of what I just wrote.

Yesterday, the psychiatrist asked me the same question, "How much do you weigh?" He added that I was not obligated to disclose. Then I asked him if I could only tell him what I weighed last year and how much I weigh, respectively, 39 and 37. But he was curious, and without any pressure to me again expressed his interest in my current weight, I asked him what he thinks I weigh ... replied "a little over 40". I have neither confirmed nor denied.
Then I'll talk about on the phone with my dad, who said that last year was "a fine example of world hunger. "What an exaggeration. I only know that much like the body I had in those good times ... and although I'm afraid of getting it back, I shall recover. Nothing can stop what they are. Cogito ergo sum -I think therefore I am.
In addition to lunch I spout aphorisms as a nutritionist for my "mother" like "love is more sincere to the food," "Failure to love the mozzarella, loves food "and the worst " We are what we eat. "

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This morning I had breakfast with a yogurt (50 calories), and a cup of tea and milk (10 calories). I had lunch at school and my first day of dieting has failed miserably in a ham sandwich with as many as 300 calories. So far have 360 \u200b\u200bcalories. No . No . No .

Back home, prey to nervous , I slingshots on some products that my "mother" had brought home and I just threw them in the toilet, because I was bothered. When he came home, opened the fridge and she noticed food missing, so came looking for me, I deduced from his step now that he had a hysterical, as usual. He told me that I'm spoiled, I'm crazy and possessed. He said he was sick of me and who does not want help, do not matter anymore that I go by the psychologist and psychiatrist. All this, I can accept it quietly, but then started to bring up my dad, saying that "I respect him because I throw his money in the process," his citation. I speak with my father every day, and he knows I have never yelled at because he understood that I am sick ... felt like eating if I see something I throw it down the toilet, even if inside I suffer for it. It 's a compulsive attitude, and behavior are difficult to suppress, to deal with, to understand and especially to live with. But this woman does not understand it. So I pull out the snake in there me and say in a very frank it like it is: you crack envy because my father wants me very well, we talk every day for hours, he treats me like I was a princess-though I do not deserve at all-and My mother tried to have peaceful relations but that does not go beyond the formality, and she founded and still in love with him, escaped, and has done well, not stand it anymore. Now it's up to me to live with ... my dad says he feels guilty about it, but then I think I can deal with.

I wonder if because of this fight tomorrow night I'll be at home on punishment rather than going to the party. Maybe deep down I hope it happens. I prefer to stay in my room, reading a book. ribatterò No, I do not rebel. I will just use the only method of communication I have with my "mom" slam the door in the face.

I just do not eat. It is fun to see the food, see the gain of My father, with the water being sucked into that hole ... but it's stronger than me. I'm also taking a drug for this, but apparently not enough.

I'm sorry dad.

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Disgusting. Repulsive. Repugnant. The monster under the bed, the shadow that was around in my room when I was little, I was.

" Beauty and the Beast" has always been one of my favorite cartoons. I feel myself hit by a spell, just as the Beast. I feel like the monster who must be killed because he looked terrible. But the world does not want me dead, because he knows that is what I want. Whipping torture me with my own flesh, taking his head and soaking in my own vomit. Reprehensible, right? is how you feel my soul. Plug, tied, boiled in my tears and fed to Nothing.

This morning I was on sale, I bought 'Focus' and 'Shilouette'; in the latter I found a diet that I had never heard of, and I would try to follow. It's called 'Dukan diet' and is divided into four phases: the impact phase, the alternative step, the consolidation phase and the phase of Matenano. From tomorrow, beginning with the impact phase, which lasted five days, during which I can eat: white meat, red meat, fish, seafood water, skim milk, cottage cheese, cottage cheese, water, tea. Or coffee, or fruit or vegetables. The second phase will introduce the vegetables, but only on alternate days. Since fiber is a poor there is a risk of deficiencies, but for me it is not a problem. My "mom" is a nutritionist (which is quite funny) and my house is full of vitamin supplements of any kind. I'm home alone for luck, then the program of the night: gym, shower, 'Focus'.

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