So there I was yesterday ,congratulating myself that I had suddenly REALLY realised that restricting my intake was dum ,and I didn't need to do it. I mean a moment of crystal clear mental clarity! I was elated.So I ate a normalish amount and felt fine. Until this morning, when I found myself eating everything in the house. Immediately followed by,well, I don't need to tell you, and now I feel sick, and guilty, but not in the normal b/p way. I feel ED conned me into thinking I'd got on top of it when all the time he was hiding behind the curtains sniggering and waiting for me to get caught out again. It feels worse than the usual cycle of failure and remorse. Did anyone else ever have this feeling of the ED changing shape and increasing its power?
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