I've been doing about 1200 a day this week. Higher than I'd normally shoot for, but still within a range I'm comfortable with. Best part of all: no binging.
Last night was a close call. Work...well, enough said. Work can be stressful, I don't care who you are or how much you like your job. I tend to get in these moods where anything is taken as criticism. I start the most childish, petty fights, and convince myself that I'm a victim. Being a victim, I, of course, must binge. Last night's weapon of choice? Starbucks. Now, I know many would not consider Starbucks to be a binge, I guess it's just a mindset thing, empty calories and all. The guilt is always enough to set me off on a real binge.
However, I resisted. Yes, poor wounded little martyr me resisted. Stayed on track, and somehow even managed to take a big girl pill and stop feeling sorry for myself. Sadly, this took a good portion of the night, but still. Last night was sort of an accomplishment (if only a small one) for me. It probably didn't hurt that I got a few lovely messages from dear Chubby, which cheered me up to no end. You all should be so lucky to have a friend like her.
Now, if only my co-workers and I were still on speaking terms...
-Tubby-
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