You fat lump.
You fat disgusting lump of lard.
You did this to yourself.
Why the FUCK did you do this to yourself?
Bingefest started Friday night. Into Saturday. So far today I've had a few handfuls of pretzels (200?) but it's not even noon.
Plan: an orange and as much coffee and tea as I can handle.
Didn't go to any classes yesterday. Not going to any today.
Fat disgusting fuck.
So it goes?
Tomorrow is a new day.
Tomorrow is Monday.
I'm going grocery shopping today (van out to cheap super market, none of this expensive Whole Foods shit). Lots of fruits and vegetables. LOTS. If I binge on fruits and vegetables, there's only so much damage I can do, right?
I hate myself.