This morning, like every other Sunday morning, I've sat and written, gotten on the internet, prayed to finally be done with my Saturday night binges. Every Sunday is depressing, swollen stomach, puffy eyes, self destructive feeling, depression, bloat. You name it. And every Sunday I resolve to stop it. My week is the same, trying all week to undo the weekend. I had to drop my daughter and friends at a dance, so I ate from the drop off to the pick up. Disgusting. I had to drink wine to fall asleep I was so sugared out. I try to plan things for Saturday night but no matter - when I come home - I binge. i haven't not binged on the weekends for over 2 years if not more. I need to stop. It's making me not want to go on. Some of you have written to say you've been binge free for months. What were your motivators? Inspirations? Plans of action? Thank you so much.
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