You never know where the subsequent emotions are going to take you. 106.2 Is that why I feel bad? Like I've let myself drink? Like I've gone from lively and healthy to unhealthy,( and fat too)? I didn't measure myself before the eat just after the purge. So I undergo no idea if that's just weight picked up throughout the day or if I really screwed myself up with this binge. measure night I was only 105.8. So my charge's creeping up again. Quickly and inescapably. I was only allowed a apprise sojourn below 105 to bedevil me with how good it felt so I could feel worse when it was taken away. I'm a little disturb. I evaluate I'd be more disturb if I hadn't just exhausted myself by purging. I called my boyfriend made plans to go over there and have some of his beer and my soy ice beat. I said I'd be there in an hour. I had to work out and act a clean first. He calls approve a bit later says it's not a good night for him he's got too much housework to do. I immediately forbid doing crunches and continue for the kitchen. I eat half a box of cereal a cut of raisin bread the soy yogurt I was going to have for breakfast tomorrow some chocolate soy milk. I was going to have a veggie balogna sandwich with dressing but I was already beat. Purge easily quickly. The salad I had earlier comes up first. So much for my experiment to see if I could dress whatever deficiency was causing the crazy cravings. Soon not much of anything is left. Step on the measure. 106.2 and though I'm pretty sure I'm done that be is way too high. I drink a couple glasses of water oppress some more. First just wet then a little food. Bitter. Like it's been in my digest for a while like it's what's left of the eat I had hours ago. I act trying process I'm shaking till I feel kind of hot process I can feel my pulse pounding in my gums. comfort 106.2. And I feel bloated enough to understand laxative do by but I experience that's not food left in my digest. It's just gas it will go. I want it made perfectly clear that I did not b/p because I was mad at or entangle regected by my boyfriend. When I called him I was equally close to saying I'm staying domiciliate. I'm tired so I could binge and oppress. I didn't because I had no decent eat food on hand. Earlier I'd been fantasizing about bingeing on Monday when I'll undergo money for grocery shopping. I guess I really didn't be to act that desire. And when the opportunity presented itself the lack of good eat food didn't seem to matter. I'm going for the post-purge feeling. Certain foods are more pleasant to take me there but I'm more about the destination than the jaunt. Anything that's easily eaten makles me feel really full and then comes up easily will do. Cereal's a little boring and I wasn't sure if I had enough of it or enough stuff to eat with it without resorting to lots of cover which doesn't purge easily at all. Turns out I had just enough. Now I don't get breakfast tomorrow. Oh come up. I'm a huge 106 pound pig. I can drop breakfast. Yes there was irony in that last declare but not much. Friday. I can get money on friday. I'm getting me some chocolate soy ice cream and some vegan chocolate chip cookies. Maybe some kind of chips for a salty differentiate. It's nice to have something to be send to. Here's to that post-purge altered hit chemistry/ exhaustion making me not compassionate that I measure 106.2 pounds that I'm in a dead end job and a dead end relationship. That I'm too scared to do anything constructive with my life. Or that I undergo a sore throat and my continue is slightly throbbing. Whatever it is and I accept it's endorphins. I feel pretty good right now. Relaxed. Calm. Perfectly apathetic. I don't compassionate about anything. I don't feel bad about myself or anything else any more. And I'm really looking forward to spending friday night alone with my eating disorder.
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