It's never the weight loss that drives me.
OK I LIKE feeling free in any clothes but the FEEL of pain transmuted, now in a near risk less way, lures me in.
One first initial hook, like all my past addictions.
Is all it takes.
It's never one hour?
I am the panther, once I spot my prey it's tunnel vision.
I'm chasing that high.
I attack myself. Fiercely.
I'm my biggest competition.
I'm so hard on myself. I'm fearless & cunning.
As the high peaks,
so do I.
My muscular thighs extend.
Fangs rip into the HIGH prey.
Crimson cheeks flush, wet mane drips.
This is my animalistic escape, I am free and it's at least..
MY least lethal natural escape.