Maybe I Should Name My Food Baby

[bluebirdbones]

My day was going fine, if unproductively so.  Prior to my previous entry, I had woken up early, eaten a healthy breakfast, worked out, and chatted with my mom.  Once I got home from the ultimately useless paper-writing excursion, I went out on our deck with City of Bones to relax and get some sun.  I'm a little sunburned, but that's good: I always have to burn before my skin will start darkening.  (I'm sure that when I'm a shriveled-up, suspicious-looking mole-spotted old woman I'll look back on this entry and curse my foolish twenty-year-old self.)

Then my mom ordered pizza, and even though I'd already eaten a small lunch, I figured a couple of squares wouldn't hurt.  And it would have been fine, really, if I hadn't snarfed another five after that.  Plus some leftover pasta drowning in extremely rich white sauce.  And then yogurt.  I haven't moved in the last three hours because I've been doing my damnedest not to purge, plus I'm too embarrassed to let anyone see my body.

But I'm proud of myself for keeping it down.  And even though it was a lot of food, it's not that bad compared to some of my binges of yore (like, I can still walk). So it could be worse.  Doesn't mean I'll be venturing out in public any time soon.

I should probably drink some water, though - the only liquid I've had today has been a tall latte, and that was almost eight hours ago.  *oozes downstairs to the refrigerator*