The fattening situation

I don’t know what to do. Felt like screaming my lungs out, but my heart insisted I kept them all inside my head. This feeling tortured me in sabotaging my body every minute starting by a more regular visit to the kitchen, not to cook for the family, more like indulging my stomach even when it didn’t sing for a refill. After more junk food after another, slouching into the very comfortable couch of mine and a remote control in my hand, I, myself have made the whole situation looks and sounds even more sinful. Where is me who have been so self-conscious and will do something about it?

Definitely a turn-off. I am so disgusting.