I’d like to say I’ve just been hungry.
I’d like to say I can stop any time I want.
But who am I kidding?
I eat because I’m home alone.
I eat because I’m bored.
I eat because I’m frustrated.
I eat because I’m depressed.
I eat because I don’t know what the fuck I want to eat.
I eat for every reason except hunger.
I’m not hungry.
I’m actually quite over full.
I still eat.
I can’t even claim that I’m trying to stick to keto anymore,
Because my low-carb quantities are not so low.
I ate a whole carton of low-carb ice cream in under a day.
Because I wanted something sweet.
Because I wanted something cold when I was hot.
Because I wanted something.
I don’t know what my soul is ravenous for.
I don’t know what will fill it.
Or peanut butter.
No food can fill this void.
But what can?
Maybe if I find the answer,
I’ll be able to stop.
But until then,
I guess I’ll just keep eating.