My plate is full, my appetite empty.
"just a bite, it can't hurt. Just one"
I raise the fork to my mouth...
"just one. Who gains weight from a nibble?"
I open my mouth,
"Just.."
My throat closes up, and the thoughts choke me.
It feels as if there are two fingers pushing down my troath,
there's someone screaming at the back of my mind,
"you are really going to eat all that??"
"Do everything leading up to now, was for nothing?
That's just pathetic"

I think I'll eat tomorow.
I'll be fine.