And you toy with the idea of cheating a bit, but are reluctant at first...
But then you hear that "cheat days" are a thing, and you're convinced you f*cking earned it.
And you go ALL out.
And love every second of it.
But then it's over and you're back to eating healthy again...
And you long for the deliciousness you just feasted on mere hours earlier.
So you give in.
But you bargain, thinking that a few healthy choices...
...and ordering a diet...
Now gives you free reign to commit foodicide.
And it feels oh so good.
Until you realize you're right back where you started.
And you eat to erase the pain.
So you convince yourself that diets aren't for you.
And that you're more than a number on a scale.
But then you go and see something that inspires the shit out of you.
And it's back to square 1.