I went to the doctor now for a pill check and she weighed me - hu.mil.i.a.ting. She asked me why I've put on 10kgs in the last three years. I was like - fuck you bitch. I HAD A BIG LUNCH. The truth of it actually is that I binge last night. Great, isn't it. I'm still devoted though.
I had three pieces of chicken for lunch - yes, three. I know, fuck off. I know. About 650 calories - no skin though. I'm just not going to eat anything else today. Simples. It will be okay, I think. I just hate the day post binge. You know how you do it right - you say to yourself - think about how good you'll feel tomorrow if you don't binge. But you always fucking do binge. Every. Fucking. Time. To be fair it wasn't a bad, BAD binge. I had some ribs, some chicken and a few fries. It wasn't like. End of days, bad binge. I find I can't binge like I used to. So now I just get fat, because I can't control myself. This week would've been so good if it weren't for that FUCKING BINGE!
I hate myself.
No love & Hate