The timeless question of "to binge or not to binge" has been answered with a resounding "TO BINGE!"
Fuck everything.
I ate six waffles and half a pint of coconut milk ice cream, puked it all back up, and decided I hated myself, and threw away the rest of the food I had purchased. After I had poured dish soap on it, because you better believe when I'm in binge-mode I am not above pulling food out of the trash.
Then I watched a movie, was startled by my father appearing at my condo unanounced (he's good like that), pleaded with him to take back the check he wrote out to me (he refused, he's also good like that) and then came to work. I'll be here straight through the night and into tomorrow morning. At which point I have to visit our main offices and turn in financial paperwork for audit.
Then I have to go home, for like 4 hours, and then... wait for it... go the fuck back to work.
Fuck everything twice.
Tomorrow I'm gonna fast again. (Companionably!)
And... You know... When I fast, I do have to talk myself down from eating a few times a day. Mainly when I'm working. Because when I'm working, I am surrounded by food-obsessed people, and I have to prepare, cut, chop, plate, pack, plan, and otherwise immerse myself in FOOD for them all day long.
But at the end of those days... After I haven't eaten and everyone else has...
I go to bed, and I'm pleased.
I know how that is, binged two days in a row now when I'm trying to restrict. i binged on pancakes yesterday, i actually put peanut butter and marshmellows inside them. ahha yum. and i know what your saying after a successful day of fasting. it's one of the happiest feelings in the world. I hope you don't binge! I'll be sending good luck your way. :) *hugs*
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