So last nite, after my final “diet meal,” I struggled hard with the technicality of when my diet is considered over. Is it over after the immediate consumption of the final meal? After that meal digests? After I sleep and wake up again? After midnight? I really wanted to eat something, anything, that’s not on the diet’s food list, and I wanted alcohol.

So it was easy when my ex called after 11pm to get me out to a local restaurant/bar and get me intoxicated. Long story short, when I haven’t had a lot of calories in me all week and my body’s out of whack due to that and weight loss and hormones, that any amount of alcohol goes a long way. So… I may have been convinced to get back together with him.


Of course that didn’t happen! Good grief! But now for the real confession. I tried to distract myself from my urge to food-binge. Watching TV and dying my hair did not distract me sufficiently. What I ended up doing is eating ice cream straight out of the carton while waiting for the hair color to set in as I was watching TV. I ate so much ice cream that I went from a state of empty-stomached hunger to actual fullness on ice cream, such that I couldn’t even stand up straight afterwards. And then the guilt made me drink a glass of Metamucil to clean out the system. =P
I’m not proud of the ice cream at all, but doesn’t it just seem so much less bad after the first fake confession?