Perfect imperfections

I hate the craving of food, the longing of food, the wait for each meal time to come around again. That's all my day revolves around! The next meal time, the next snack, what I'm going to eat next?

I hate looking forward to it! But most of all I'm looking forward to it all being over, to go home and eat my pumpkin soup all by my lonesome again. I'm looking forward to being out of this prison hospital without intent to return, 

I'm looking forward to my comfort in my own skin, in losing weight gradually, indomitably, until I can learn to appreciate my 'perfect imperfections'.