deep fried is a bridge to far for me...)
I know what you mean. I have a few things that I consider a Binge Too Far myself. Your attitude sounds exactly like what I'm trying to develop myself.
I like that Binge Too Far.

I need something to smile at too, cos I'm not happy with myself.
i guess half the battle is recognising the trigger/bad foods and avoiding them, then when you feel more able/ready to handle them introduce them slowley and figure a way to get past them.
Im getting there with mine, but still struggle - probably always will, but at least i know what has to be done the day after (eating less lol) as payment.
and my learning for tonight would be, don't introduce a controlled amount of chocolate in the week prior to the dress rehearsal and dance concert....
Though I can easily itemize all the smaller events that led up tonight being majorly stressful for me, it's still a mystery to me why I was actually so stressed that I felt dizzy and shaky. Maybe I had already started bingeing by the time that happened and was reacting to that. At any rate a majorly bad evening for me as far as food went.
Well one or two bad evenings does not a fat feli make. Sad but not fat!! I am not in a situation where I don't have support. I have tons. I still have the concert to get through on Saturday and I don't see how I can really fit in food in a way that will support me then, maybe eating in the car on the way to the concert? But I will have a lot more people with me instead of being on my own, that will make a difference. However, in general, I have plenty of good food here, plenty available nearby, enough time to exercise (as far as I know right now). Quite probably, I need to sort out any lingering issues to do with the concert (for example 4 more pair of dance stockings to replace the 4 the girl broke tonight....) with as much priority as I give the food and exercise. I don't know. I have been stressed before and not binged. I have had my meals out of sync before and not binged.
I think I had my guard down too much already this week and left myself open to the idea that small deviations from plan were ok, and larger ones were potentially ok, and that even this horrible night could be recovered from - all of which is true of course, but then I could also look at it, that this is the fourth day in a row that I haven't posted my food here and that it hasn't really been as good as usual, and that it's deteriorating daily. That is not ok. For me this has to stop fast.
So for a start, I will list my food for today. Because that is one of the things I was always doing when I was eating better, and times when I haven't listed it - whether because my computer was broken, or I was away from home, or because I my focus was elsewhere, have always also been associated with me bingeing. I have to say I really don't feel much like doing this though. Is it bad for other people here if I detail how crappy it was? Will it actually be useful for me?
Tuesday 11 December, 2007.
Breakfast: 7:45 Toast with plum and cinnamon jam.
The gap in the middle of breakfast is where I prepare a plate of food for the girl to take to school, for the morning tea for the Year 7 Graduation morning tea. This is a sore point. I have only agreed to make it because she cried and said the other Year6/7 teacher would yell at her if she did not return a note saying we would send food. I did not want to send it because the note requesting it was signed by one of my two mortal enemies, and couched in presumptuous language. It is not for my own girl's year, or for me. The girl does not like the trendy food I send, Turkish bread, EVO oil, spices and hummous, and leaves me to take it to the library myself, where I have to ignore the fact that said mortal enemy is in the same room as me for 20 seconds. (I should perhaps say that she became my mortal enemy through threatening the well being of my son, and then insulting me, and that despite it being uncalled for, quite possibly no one else has ever been so rude to me ... )
8:45 A boiled egg. Weetbix with soy milk and tinned peaches. Coffee with a little hilo milk.
Lunch: 12:00 6 wholemeal Vive crackers 100 gm low fat cottage cheese with, mushrooms and cucumber. 1 apricot, 1 nectarine. 1 coffee with milk.
This is where I remember what the other two things were that I was supposed buy before the dress rehearsal, but which I could not remember because they were not on the clothes list, because they were not clothes...
3:00 This is where I'm about to leave to collect the girl from school and we have a sudden down pour on this suburb which leaves me with water 4 inches deep all the way from the house to the car and unnerves me a little regarding what will happen next and how I will get her 5 fiddly costumes into the car if it is like this when we have to leave. It also means that I don't stop right outside school because it is pouring so hard that I cannot see any children outside the buildings, and she gets upset because she sees me and braves the downpour and then can't find me because I am turning the car...
3:15 This is where I have the girl stand still (ish), with her tutu on because my original stitching needed altering and I found that I couldn't make it sit properly without her wearing it. This does not sound as hard as it was. It does not include that I have made a really strict conscious decision
not to raise MY VOICE. It does not include that her feelings are hurt because she wants to tell me really really important secret stuff that I am absolutely not allowed to tell anyone else even Grandma about what her teacher said to her about her not getting to be a counsellor next year, and she can't tell me straight away because I have not sounded interested enough when she told me that she got stung by a bee today...
3:45 Around here is where I open the box on the clothes rack and find that rather than unfolding it as I expected, I need to assemble it, using 15 pieces, 8 bolts, and 8 screws, using a single picture and requiring a phillips screwdriver and wrench (not supplied).
4:20 This is about where my husband comes home from work, and is very unhappy because I ask him where his socket set is (twice) ... (It occurs to me now that he didn't know we even had this dress rehearsal on tonight...)
4:30 This is where my son tells me he is about to leave to go for a swim at a friends despite the fact that he is going to a paintball birthday party tonight and needs to be ready in time for the other parents to collect him.
Dinner 4:45 ~ 150 gm grilled lean lamb, 2 v. small slices wholemeal Vienna bread. 1 box vegetable juice.
We are eating early between hair do and make up. There is no possible later time for the girl to eat.
5:20 Small ladyfinger banana, 4 dates, 25 gm beef jerky, 5 jols. (This is on the way to the rehearsal, and those foods are potentially ok, but I was already eating like I was bingeing.)
6:15 Icecream cone (Drumstick), 2 chocolate bars (Timeout, Crunchie), coffee with milk. 25 gm beef jerky. 5 sugar free jols. This is after I have set her up in a dressing room minus the clothes rack, explained to her that if she had let me explain how to put on stockings she might not have needed the spare sets, and I'm waiting for the performance to start.
7:30 Icecream cone (Drumstick), tube of chocolate rounds, coffee with milk. This is after I have run all around the theatre looking for the other two girls who'd gone missing from her tap dance, and then when that dance finished, I'd run back to help her change for hiphop and we actually could not get not possibly get her changed into a leotard, leggings, skirt, shirt, earrings, different shoes and different hair pieces in three minutes and she missed her entrance ... Good grief. At the time I didn't see going back for more food as actually related to this piddly stuff, and maybe it wasn't – I just ... what ? ... I dunno - how can you explain doing something so crappy. Explaining is like logic and brains and words. This is mindless.
Pretty much a whole days worth of calories in one evening. This is not ok, it's crappy – a combination of environmental and emotional triggers and habit slip. Far out.
You know for all me saying it was stressful, I am talking about standard privileged life incidents here, not people nearly dying or anything!! And on the other hand you could say I spent 10 hours straight working on high alert. Or, say that situations in which I'm not sure of myself and I'm also trying extra hard to care for my daughter, push all my buttons in the way that having my life threatened doesn't. It wasn't just dancing, but also two other situations from her school day that have the same sort of impact ... I'm not making excuses here, I just want to clarify things a bit. I have a 14 year old and an 11 year old. This stuff is no where near over yet, I have to cope with these Pitsville days better than I did today. I will, because I am not putting up with more bingeing. It can take over very fast, and it has reruined the lives of fatter and thinner weight losers than me.
And why am I even calling it a Pittsville day, when she danced well and was happy with her own performance and overall the dress rehearsal was fine and several of the dances were very exciting and I even found one of the older dancers' acts moving for the pure art of it ...
And you know, now I have written all this down it just seems ridiculous!!!!
Far out, if I had noticed how ridiculous it all was at the time, perhaps I would just have had a cup of coffee. LOL.