Blegh, sort of. I visited college over the weekend to see people and deal with my Judicial Affairs meeting (hospital visit... heh... whoopsie), and I KNEW it would be hard to keep up my habits when it was just my mom and I. Sooo I resigned myself to three "normal" eating days, which turned into one day that was still under 600 (WOO!), a normal sub-1500 day, and a huge fucking binge day. bksuhtglshghlrt ughhh, the last day would have been fine but instead of going to bed, I had a massive binge.

Today started off well, and then I started eating some granola, which turned into a binge-- but I said today would be my fresh start off the weekend, so I purged most of it back up, and then went on a four-mile run. Oh yeah, something I forgot to mention about this summer... I've gotten LOTS better at throwing up. Yeah, I know. I still don't do it very often so no worries, it's really fucking disgusting, and I know that I never get EVERYTHING up. But mostly, it's because making yourself puke is just nasty. Puke is fucking gross.

So today didn't go quite how I had planned, but at least I did some form of damage control. Ugh... enough to keep from from binging for quite a while. Nothing quite like the feeling of your chewed up meal splashing back at you from the toilet.