I do A LOT of self analysis and today I finally figured out why I'm fat. I'm fat because I'm a binge eater and I binge eat because I'm fairly miserable. It's not that food brings me comfort, it takes my mind off my unhappiness. I come across as a fairly optimistic and jovial individual but underneath all that I'm truly miserable. Not to the point where I'd take my life. Fuck no. Ain't nobody got time for that. But I am miserable enough that I eat to the point of distraction, literally. I think about food so I don't really focus on the fact that my life isn't what I want it to be. It isn't where I want it to be. I dream about food, what I'll eat, how I'll eat it, how I'll make it or where I'll buy it, so that I don't focus on me.