major issues
So I went to the bathroom and threw up. I'm back at 205, miraculously.
I've often wondered what it would be like to go into a dressing room and say "I'm going to need a smaller size".
This is not normally something I condone. Actually I would never condone it. But I did it anyway.
Today I saw my best friend, she came in to town and I haven't seen her for the past few months. We went to a deli. Everything was highcarb. I couldn't figure out what to get, so I ordered a sandwhich, thinking I'll take two bites and take the rest home. I took maybe five or six or maybe ten, and took half home. I felt sick. Not because I was disappointed in myself -I literally felt sick. Something was not right. I felt like throwing up.
So, I came home, and hovered over the toilet. Nothing.
My jeans were really tight and I thought, well maybe if I take them off, I'll feel better. So I changed into my pajamas. Still felt the same.
I of course, being a scale slave -got on it -and guess what? 212!!! I didn't really panic, I figured it would go down to 210 by morning. Still, I felt like throwing up. So I did. Some would say it was self-induced, but honestly -I felt like I had no choice. I felt so disgusting, I needed to expell the food.
What's funny, is that after the incident -I felt ten times better. Like a new person. I felt like I could walk again. Being a scale slave, and a naturally curious person -I got back up on it -and guess what? Back at 208. Like nothing happened.
I've decided that keeping up appearances is not worth it. Next time, I'm getting a diet coke and a side order of pickles or something. Or next time, I'll make sure we do a non-eating thing.