The first initial bite was great. My tongue swelled with all the flavors my stomach had been missing. My eyes widened. I could feel my starved stomach devouring that first bite. Then, after about the third bite, everything just changed. After the third bite I stared down at the banana split. My heart pounding out of my chest. "What are you doing Adeline? What are you doing?" I did not know what I was doing. My eyes began to get moist. "Why am I crying?" I tried to stop myself from eating the rest, but, as usual, I could not. I started to eat it all. No, not eat...shovel. I shovelled every last bit of that banana split into my mouth while tears streamed down my face. I was unable to stop. I was scared of what I was doing. "How will I fix this?" I was terrified of the consequences.
I do not know what happened when it was all over. I do not remember how I cleaned up. The exact time I fell asleep. How I managed to change my clothes. All I know is that it is over and I need to say my goodbyes to the monster inside of me and wave hello to my safe self, the self I have always known, the 800-calories-a-day-Adeline. The woman I want to be.
I'm so tired of food.