I made a post in this subforum just about two years ago where I had a similar thought process:
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Originally Posted by krampus
Binged again last night and before I was even fully awake today. I weighed myself when I got up. Nearly 6 lbs up from Friday morning. It is disgusting and I look pregnant and feel too sick to exercise.
I'm sad because this is my last festival weekend in Japan, and I want to remember it for the great times I had, not for the horrible guilt and bloat of living between binges. Yesterday was wonderful all day and well into the night - I wasn't binging, I was laughing and smiling and creating wonderful memories with my friends who I love and will miss deeply when I leave. Some people would guess that I have binged due to stress and denial of this huge change in my life, and maybe they are right, but binging doesn't make it better. It just taints what should be pure, wonderful memories of great experiences.