I went on what I would call a "binge" tonight. A small glass of chocolate milk, four chocolate chip cookies (300 cals in them alone), and all the Rice Thins that were left (I'd say about 15 or so). And you know what the sad thing is? I didn't give a fuck. I felt sad and tired and I had just worked out an insane amount, for me, and I just wanted comfort and energy food. Bad energy food, I know, but still... Curves totally wiped me out, and I needed to eat something. The fact that one good exercise routine completely totalled me is almost more pathetic than my need for comfort food.

I hope I'm ashamed of myself when I read this tomorrow.