This dairy thing is the pits

Wow.  A goal, what a novel idea.  I s'pose a good one would be to say no to the carb & dairy zombie that lives in my head.  The week before I get my period, I get these intense cravings.  No surprise there, some schools of thought would tell me that my body perhaps craving more nutrients like calcium and magnesium, so I go instinctively for foods that contain what my body needs.  That's all well and good, but why do I have to go against my better judgement and bring home a container larger than I need and consume it all in nearly one sitting?  I say nearly, because sometimes I'll take a break before going back for the kill.  It's twisted, how I choose to hurt myself this way.  That's why I liken this sitch to a zombie, because there's no reasoning with it.  It needs to feed, and will eat until it can eat no more.  It's really like I disappear, only to reappear when the damage is done, and now have to deal with a hangover that will make me irritable, depressed, or suicidal depending on the current state of my life.  I want to be positive, but there's something I'm not telling myself, and this lack of communication is going to be the death of me.  Just a thought.