I just did something very shameful.
I need to own up to it and there's probably a better thread for it than this, but I need to say it and say it quick while I can.
After 5 months of no binging at all (after a very horrible couple of years of really life disrupting binging) I just caved.
Hubby is out, I have bad cramp and so I used various stupid excuses to feel sorry for myself and had a binge. And not a thoughtless "grab something and eat it binge" but a planned and prepared binge like I used to.
I actually spent the last hour fantasying about binge foods. And then went to the kitchen and made a huge batch of raw cookie dough (about the only thing I could physically make as we hardly have anything bad in the house apart from brown sugar).
The whole time I was making it I was thinking "i'm going to regret this, but sod it". And I was thinking how I'm going to have to admit it to you guys, and to my husband... But I made it anyway.
And then put it in a bowl, took it to bed and started eating it raw. What an animal. Thank *$EUR* it was so sickly, I only managed about 5 tablespoons. I'm looking at the rest of the batch now and even looking at it is making me heave. It's going in the bin right now.
I doubt it will make any different to my weight loss next week (Saturday weigh in), it's not about that, its the loss of control that's really scared me. I thought I had this pattern of "medicating" my crap moods with secret grim eating under control, but I spoke to soon. It's still a work in progress.
While it'd be well meant, please don't tell me to draw a line under it
I'm not going to beat myself up but I do need to think about why I did this, and how I can stop it happening again, because I can't get back on to this roller coaster, I just can't do it again.
Sorry for sticking this here but part of my approach of tackling my binging over the last few months has been a "no secret eating" rule, as that's one of the worst bits of the binge eating. So i'm being honest on here, and honest with OH when he gets home.