Binge Eating

I'm binge eating.

I know it's bad.

I know it's wrong.

Eventually I'll get a grip on it.

But I'm stressed. Frustrated. Angry. Tired. Overwhelmed. And the desire to soothe with food was greater than my desire to squeeze into a pair of 16 Lee jeans.

I'm not going to detail it here, but chocolate has been involved. A lot of chocolate. At least I got the good stuff (Godiva).

I have therapy on Friday and I can really use it.

I could have gone tomorrow at noon, but I'm not ready to quit binge eating yet. Yes, I understand the reasoning and pathology and sickness of those thoughts.

I'm doing the best I can.

I'm so unhappy.