I binged on cookies yesterday and I felt terrible (till I got on the scale today and it didn’t go up drastically). But anyway, I still have trouble with bingeing. I thought I was over it but I’m not. I have not found anything that feels as good to me as sugar tastes. Being smaller than I was feels good and I don’t want to gain the weight I lost so it’s always scary to me when I binge.
Someone wrote something that hit home for me. “Sometimes a binge happens, and sometimes it’s for good reasons and sometimes it’s for sad reasons. But obviously food gives me something I need, and sometimes there is no replacing the comfort that it gives. Sometimes it’s a setback, and that’s okay. I keep going.”