Food is Annoying

I've had enough of food for a while. I mean, in all honesty, for the past few days I have not felt like eating. But I HAVE eaten. I've eaten out of sheer fucking boredom. Last night, my mom asked me a hundred times if and where I wanted to go out for dinner. I did not feel like eating. I moaned and went on like, "Noooo, please, I'm not hungry....I don't want anything heavy..." But, of course, we went for pizza. A funny thing happened. Pay attention to this story. The two of us split a very small thin crust pizza. Mom ordered wings. Mom ate the wings being the overweight woman she is and left a quarter of her half of the pizza. She said she was full, but I know my mother and I didn't believe it. I ate my half of the pizza, no wings. I asked mom why she left that tiny slice. This is what she says: "Because I know you'll eat it." Jesus Christ. I was furious. My heart beat started beating faster and faster, like it does when I get angry. I said, "NO I'm NOT going to eat THAT. WHY would I eat it? Why? I don't even want it!!" This proves that my mother notices my "binges," how I give in to food when it's around. Needless to say, I didn't touch the pizza. I was very angry with my mother and myself for the rest of the night. First of all, I should have never invited my mother to come see a movie with me. Now I know. Unless I want to be as fat as her when I'm older. I felt so fat all night. I sat there watching Inception and I could feel the swell of my tummy, the fat on my thighs...My heart was racing with my increasing anger. I'm tired of being and feeling fat. Seriously.
So, from now on, I'll only eat when I genuinely feel like it. Genuinely. No more fat. No more entering the kitchen for no reason. Stay in room and read or exercise.