I did it.

Ugh, I have been getting on my own nerves with this food thing, circling the kitchen talking myself out of eating all and sundry. Like a dog outside a butchers shop and growing more disgruntled by the minute. Today I told myself to just get on and eat it, stuff my face until I was ready to puke and shut up already.

I think it worked. I think I shut up the skinny women inside screaming to get out. Disappointed in myself a bit that i couldn't go so far as eating chocolate or ice cream but did eat 3 slices of toast and too many choc chip cookies. I also ate cheese and onion crisps, a whole pack, daring me. Even my bingeing is pathetic these days but the whining twit inside has indeed shut up already and is ready to eat properly again tomorrow ( birthday or not)
Perhaps giving in to the munchy monster once every 4 months isn't the worst thing in the world after all.