Day 18: No Signal

I don’t want to talk about it.

Stop it. I’m not talking about it, so stop asking.

What do you want me to say? That I like it? That I feel better? Feel worse?

There are no feelings here. Just wreckage. Wreckage and empty fast food boxes. Lots of them. Enough for a family.

So can we just stop talking about it, please? 

I don’t know if tomorrow will be better. I just know it won’t be today. 

I hate food. 

© Dave Luis 2015. All Rights Reserved.

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10 thoughts on “Day 18: No Signal

  1. The fact that you can be honest that you might have fallen off the wagon means that you are more in control than you think.

  2. All the love Dave. I didn’t fall off the wagon today. I ate it. I ate the wagon. Luckily I’m too broke for fast food, but boy, did I make do. I ate an advent calendar (the chocolates, not the cardboard). And then binged on health snacks. I feel terrible. I wanted to throw up, but didn’t. Baby steps. My ED is a good friend at the moment, which is bad.

  3. Dave, after your Day 1, I decided to start really small and give up fizzy drinks. On the 2nd day, I forgot and drank a coke, clearly I lacked the commitment and can honestly say that I have zero will power when it comes to this. I admire you for following through and yes, you fell off the wagon, but hell, you sure can get back on it when you’re ready because the wagon ain’t broken, and the slight puncture can be repaired and all will be right as rain. Sorry – my mind is running away with me now. Here’s a hug and some love xoxo!

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