Food makes everything better.
Food makes me feel worse.
Eating is my favorite pastime.
Eating is my least favorite part of the day.
Being skinny means being the cheerful one. The pretty one.
Being fat means being the funny one. The life of the party.
The thought of cooking makes me sick.
The thought of cooking makes me nervous.
Planning my food out makes me feel in control.
Planning my food out makes me feel obsessive.
I wish food was my enemy, then I wouldn’t eat so much of it.
I wish food was my best friend, then I would eat more of it.
My reflection in the mirror makes me cringe.
My reflection in the mirror makes me laugh.
My doctor said I’m going to die if I don’t lose some weight.
My doctor said I’m going to die if I don’t put on some weight.
I’m starving already…this diet sucks.
I binged again…this diet sucks.
Fast food is better than no food, right?
No food is better than fast food, right?
I have to take a picture of my food, gotta make sure people think I’m sticking to my diet.
I can’t look at pictures of food. It makes me feel guilty for not sticking to my diet.
I’m starving first thing in the morning so I eat a huge meal. I heard that’s the best way to kickstart your metabolism.
I’m starving first thing in the morning. Then I wait 12 hours to eat because I heard intermittent fasting is the best way to diet.
I have 6 small meals because that’s what you’re supposed to do.
I have 3 big meals because that’s what you’re supposed to do.
I can’t eat like you do, I’m in awe of your discipline.
I can’t eat like you do, I’m grossed out by your food.
I’d give anything to have your body.
I’d do anything to have my old body back.
I know I’m so thin, everyone looks huge to me.
I know I’m so big, everyone looks tiny to me.
I forgot what it’s like to not be on a diet.
I forgot what it’s like to be active.
I forgot what healthy is supposed to look like.
When I get to my goal weight, then I’ll be happy.
When I eat this ice cream, I’ll feel better.
When I throw up this ice cream, I’ll feel better.
After I eat that cheesecake, I’ll go to the gym before the calories really settle in.
After I eat that cheesecake, I’ll go to bed before the shame sets in.
Looking in my refrigerator gives me a panic attack because it’s always full of stuff I shouldn’t eat.
Looking in my refrigerator makes me depressed because it’s always full of stuff I won’t eat.
If I had a personal chef, then I’d lose weight.
If I had a personal trainer, then I’d lose weight.
If I had my spouse’s support, then I’d lose weight.
I wake up thinking about food.
I go to bed dreaming about food.
I wish I could break-up with food.