Happy?

So... I've never posted something of this nature before and been completely honest.  Here it goes:

All I've eaten today is an apple, banana, and a 90 calorie chewy bar, which all surmounts to 380 calories.  It is 6:57 PM and although my stomach is alarmed by its emptiness, I do not want to eat anything else.  Later tonight is a Mardi Gras festival for one of the clubs I am currently in, so there will be food.  I am debating whether any of it will be eaten by me.  And, do you want to know something?  I am excited.  This hunger, this constant wrenching and twisting of my stomach for some--any--food makes me feel... like I am worth something.  I can't fully explain it because on one hand I know that I am hungry, that I want and should have food to make the hunger go away--but at the same time while I sit here and really explore the pain, the sinking in the pit of my stomach, the hunger is nearly foreign and weird and doesn't attach itself to what it means to eat.  All I can think to describe it is exciting.  One thing I can say: it is amazing to feel so in control of myself.  Usually, I feel like I lose any self control or composure when I am around food, especially when I am about to eat it.

Is it bad that I like this?  That I'm blogging about it now?
I don't know.  A part of me doesn't care.  I don't know what the other part of me feels just yet.

Anyway--mardi gras here I come!  I hope I won't do anything to regrettable.

-X.