They say 'nothing tastes as good as skinny feels...' I know they're right

I realise that although I can't control what happens in the future,one thing I can be sure of,the control of my weight. I've become so bloated and rotund,I'm irritable and nothing fits me right,I don't look the way I know I can look and did once.I keep telling myself I'm stocking up on food for when I move back home again,but really it's just an excuse to keep my mind busy-to cook,bake,to consume.To buy,to think about,to smell,to taste.It has become an escape for me,like it is for pretty much all unhappy and insecure women,and so the awful cycle begins. But not for me,no sir.If I stop eating crap,and start giving a damn about the way I look,I know I can get back to the person I used to be...and look.I know it's not all about appearance,but a lot of how one goes about life is confidence and if you're lacking some,if only a little,then it drags,it pulls on my fat,disgusting body.I can change.I will change. I miss feeling light.I miss people complimenting me on being slim,I miss the way clothes used to look on me...tomorrow the change begins.And I'm feeling positive.I know it may give me headaches,and it may make me slightly more agitated,but I know I can do it and it'll be so worth it.