One-two-three-GONE.

This wasn’t a binge by any stretch of the imagination but it simulated one. The mindless eating, the temporarily satisfaction of feeling good and not having consequences and, of course, the shame that comes afterwards.
I know that if the box was full, I would have gone through it all. And after my Triscuit trance, I suffered. I was in grazing mode the rest of the day. I thought about running out to the store to buy more of these things – and getting a cheese spread to go with it. I sort of made it through. The only bad thing I did afterwards was eat a cartridge of grape flavored pez.
I don’t know. I just hate that I was able to go to that mental place again. I thought I got past it.






