My dear body,

Sometimes I think I hate you. I want to hate you. I know that isn’t right and I know it shouldn’t be that way. There is no excuse for how I treated you. You have done nothing wrong and I shouldn’t be angry with you. I should be angry with myself. I am the one that made the decision to gorge the way I did. I don’t know why I thought it was okay to punish you for it. It wasn’t your fault. I’m sorry. What I did to you Monday night was not okay. I realize that. I don’t know what happened. It all just happened so fast.