I HATE the feeling after a binge. I HATE feeling bloated and stuffed and nasty! Yuck!
Thank you campaign for thin for the water advice. :)
You see this should really help me because the guilt and regret doesn't hit me until after I'm bursting at the seams of my belly, I just need to stop and think about what I'm doing, then chug water.
I weighed myself....129.
fuck.
That was with clothes and crap but still. Ew.
Don't worry don't worry...This isn't another self-loathing post. :)
On a brighter note, I'm devising a plan. I figure that most of my binge foods are dairy and meat and other grossies, so I'm descending gradually into veganism.
I haven't done thorough research, but it seems like a good idea. I don't need those nasty toxins in my body, and those animals don't need to be treated so cruelly. (Did I mention I love animals?) I've never really liked red meat or cheese anyway, my weakness might be the yogurt and milk. But it's all good.
So tomorrow will be a trial day. :)
Any info or tips on being a vegan? Opinions?
Feast with your eyes, lovelies:
