I guess I will start with Monday. I got home and had an hour or do until dinner needed to be on the table. I putzed around prepping food and getting things ready. I was/am still feeling saddened....and I started to think about food....and I was hungry. A marshmallow wouldn't hurt right? I opened the bag and voila, it was like opening the Pandora's box. The addiction...the sadness....the hunger overtook me and I literally said 'I'm going to binge and I don't really care". Three to four marshmallows later.....followed by an individual bag of naked Cheetos (I have been buying the multi pack containers of individual bags for my husband...chips aren't my Achilles heel so no biggie...I hadn't had any of them)....and a cherry candy cane. (Hey I bought a few boxes after Christmas for a few cents...every once on a while I have one! One candy cane...not one box). And I binged. I are my dinner and I managed to 'choke down a half cup if ice cream afterward too.
Not proud and not happy....but I'm ok with it. My binge could have been worse. Much worse. I think my binge was all of 350 calories. So it could have been much worse!
Yesterday I got out and ran. I enjoyed a new pair if running shoes. Amazing to fel the traction on the shoes....we don't realize how much they are worn out until we put on a new pair. (Yes, I track my mileage...and I've actually been replacing at about 200 miles...they are pretty well worn in at that point....They say 350 miles is average....but remember I am still considered quite obese!)