All weekend (well, starting Thursday I think, through to this morning) I've been in binge mode, but not really binging. Basically, I kept
starting to binge and stopping myself.
This is great progress, and I'm psyched, but I do wonder how many calories I ingested in "just 3 more bites of pasta while I'm cleaning up from dinner" and "just one ounce of those chocolate chips in the freezer that I keep for baking, now that my husband's asleep" and "just a few grams of brown sugar, straight from the bag" and "just a few sips of my husband's soda while he's in the shower."
I'm trying not to worry about it, and just get back on track, because worrying will just make me more likely to snap and binge for real.
