I Like My Patterns?

Guess what happened after my last post?

If you guessed "she went for a walk to burn calories and avoid lunch," you'd be correct.
If you guessed "this dumb bitch ate a whole bunch of carbs and then purged them," well, you'd also be correct.

So. Y'know. That.
I. Don't. Like. This.
I want to just restrict.
I don't have a fucking problem with restricting.
I have a problem with purging.
THAT is what is bad.
I need to get away from that, and the only way that'll happen is if I stop.stuffing.my.face.

Okay. No more food until I go home.
Maybe after.
Fuck this shit.