I just need to confess my binge last night, this time more than ever because the rational I used for it was so incredibly dumb, and I'm more angry at myself for that than the actual eating!! AH!
So I haven't been eating great for a few days now, since Wednesday really. Not binging, but certainly not healthy, and I've been overeating for sure. Wednesday I went to a party and ate junk, then Thursday and Friday I had some leftover junk from the party that I ate (I should have thrown it away, I know, but I didn't--I wanted the excuse, so stupid!)
Then Saturday, I went to another party and ate junk and drank (too much) wine, and so had a headache and felt gross--it doesn't take too much wine for me anymore to feel gross--and I ate useless non-food to "feel better".
Then last night I ordered take out and binged. Tomorrow, I'm going to be going out for pizza and beer with friends, and normally that's okay, I have two slices and a beer and it's fine. But my weigh-in day is on Wednesday, and I just kept thinking about how the whole week is bad, and on Wednesday the scale will look awful just because it's after pizza and beer.
And I've been fighting the binge-moster for several days now. I put down binge food that I picked up at the grocery store and almost bought the other day--I've been really sturggling lately. So last night I kinda felt hopeless, and thinking that Wednesday is going to be a disaster anyway--all or nothing, right? I need to remember it's not as much about the weight as it is a healthy relationship with food.
So I'll be starting today with Day 1 on the challenge. AH! So angry, I was so full of stupid excuses, and it was just totally pointless. There was no reason to binge. I kept telling myself that it wouldn't make me feel better, in fact it would make me feel worse, mentally and physically, but I did it anyway--not sure why.
Sorry for the novel I just wrote!


