Emotions in general, whether they be positive or negative, make the food just that much more attractive. And fear is one powerful fucker. It almost feels like the inbred cousin of sadness and stress--my two biggest triggers. I feel like I've been fighting a bear off with a stick all week. There have been times I have gotten tired, lowered my guard for a split second, only to feel a claw swipe at my face. Then I am instantly snapped back into the battle. I am far from unscathed. But still alive. Still abstinent.
I kind of can't believe no one in program has made a terrible Hunger Games pun lately. I've been wanting to laugh at those words all week. Every time someone mentions going to see that movie, I think PSH movie. I'm living a fucking hunger game. How To Play: Figure out if you're really hungry. Object Of Game: Survival. Pretty similar. If only I could have a sweet bow and arrow. That would be sick.