I have that thought process.
I've been eating less, which is great.
Food makes me sick to my stomach.
But I keep telling myself to fast.
My reply to me?
"Tomorrow is better."
I want to look myself in the eyes, using a mirror of course, and say "Fuck you, now. Not tomorrow, now."
Other than that, life's been great.
Other than putting everything off until the last possible minute (even sleeping), I'm awesome.
Now, I think I'm gonna go for a walk or shower.
I think like that a lot. I think I should fast because I can get away with it and then I decide not to and think that I'll just do it another time.
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