Ya know how you'll do "good" for a few days, maybe a week or two? Then suddenly, you pull a chair up to the pantry and start shoveling it in like a person possessed. Then there's that panic of - how do I get it out? Laxatives aren't practical, the calories are still in. Puking seems reasonable, but it's loud and there are people home. You wander the house aimlessly, thinking maybe I could take a mid-day shower, that would cover the noise... or walk to a secluded park and... well... Then give up, curl in bed and wonder why you didn't just go to bed before the binge started.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Starve. Eat. Repeat.
Good to hear from you Vee. Twas afraid I'd lost track of you during my blogging hiatus!