Ate well for seven days. Binged three times in five days. Vomited twice. Currently on a three week 1000cal-per-day diet, starting this morning.
That’s my fortnight.
I was so close, though. I almost made it. Oh, it breaks your heart sometimes.
I’m learning that every now and then there is just no way you can keep within your calorie limit without someone noticing. To hide it, to keep the peace, to keep him happy, you have to break every rule sometimes. And when that happens there just seems no point in attempting to eat well at all.
Mouse in a wheel. Rag doll round a tyre. Over and over.