I was doing perfectly fine until mom got home. She brought me McDonalds. And I was like, "I'm not hungry" but she made me eat it. All of it.
Then we were laying watching Gilmore Girls and my dad brought a plate of goodies consisting of...
2 cookies made by my grandma
5 yogurt covered pretzels
3 dove chocolates
1 brownie
2 pieces of fudge.
kill me. thats it. no food at all tomorrow. im so strong until i slip up. I don't slip up unless my mom makes me food. Once I slip up I get the mindset that all hope is lost then fucking binge my heart out. So sad...
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