Feeling like a fake. A big fat fake.
I've been crying all evening because I just keep thinking about what if all this weight loss isn't real, what if I actually haven't lost anything, and what if this is it and my entire meaning and purpose in life is gone?

It's pathetic, but losing weight is literally the only purpose I have anymore and the fact that I'm starting to worry that I can't do that...I don't know how I would live with myself. People are always saying it's because there's 'nothing left to lose' but I KNOW there is more, I can feel it, I can see it, I can grab it.

I'm so frustrated and tired and angry and sad and everything else. Why does that little bullying voice have to make everything so damn difficult.