I had the smallest binge in my life yesterday

I was baking a cake, and pretty much just knew I was going to binge once I saw all my ingredients sitting there on the kitchen counter.

I resigned myself to my fate. So I ate 1/3 cookie I had been saving. Like 6 squares of chocolate. 3 handfuls of white chocolate drops. Maybe half a bag of plantain chips. And a slice of my freshly baked vanilla cake afterwards too, to wash it all down in a little bit of a helpless state.

I completely shot my caloric budget for the day, but I’m somewhat awed that that was the extent of my binge.

Hell. I even managed to have a reasonably sized and apportioned dinner after (2 pieces of chicken and a roll of bread), with no urge to clean out the fridge afterwards. ON TOP OF stopping myself from finishing all the cookies in the bag through sheer willpower earlier.

I suppose you could argue it wasn’t really a binge, especially in comparison to what I’m used to, but I was in the same sort of helpless compulsion to eat I usually am. So I’ll call it a binge.

I just didn’t do as much damage this time.

Obviously, having binges is bad, but I just feel a little anticlimactic.

Where’s the sore stomach?

Where is the self-loathing?

Why do I feel completely fine?

I feel weird, and a little apathetical about it.

Why doesn’t making progress feel better?

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