Well, today hasn't been that great. But not really awful either.
Had to go out for lunch. Thai place. I chose Tom Kha with chicken. I don't get Thai food all that often and I knew it was a good place, so opted for Tom Kha. I have no idea how bad it is calories wise, it might be better if I didn't know just for now.
But had it, loved it, took half of it home in a box as well to have it later. So, in fact, it was two meals. Still, not that bad.
However, had pasta for dinner AND gulped down quite a large portion of vanilla ice cream. I could have gotten three portions out of it, easily, and I could have had them with three meals. But didn't. Not good.
I feel a bit bad about that. The Man didn't want it, and I got into my usual obsessive-compulsive mode and just had to have it ALL, at once.
I find that I do this quite a lot, the bargaining with myself. The kind of thinking that ok, this is here now, if I just eat everything now, I can eat less tomorrow or the following days.
I can't stand wasting food but during my bingeing episodes I do sometimes reach a point when I feel so disgusted with myself and just throw away food I've gotten. No such luck today. Ate half the box.
Today was stressful as well. I'm planning a vacation and The Man is of no help. He says he gets irritated about thinking about all this stuff. Well, duh, guess what, it's not supposed to be easy but it has to be done. So far I've had to do everything alone and it's starting to get on my nerves. Usually I love planning and being anal about things, it gives me comfort to try to think about all the possible ways of doing things. But it also starts to be a source of stress and irritation after a while...which...leads to emotional eating to relieve the pressure.
The sad thing is that I know that, but still fool myself into thinking that I'm stronger at the moment and can deal with it. All of that vanishes when I turn into The Binge Monster.
Oh well. At least I can congratulate myself that I only had the ice cream and it didn't turn into a full bingeing episode.
Another day bites the dust.