My eating disorder does not discriminate. I can binge on anything, you name it — ice cream, bread, salmon, cottage cheese, hell, even lettuce. Every now and then, however, certain foods grabe me more than others.
Like the ice cream that’s been (decreasingly) sitting in my freezer over the past week. About three days ago, both the box of mini-mint chip ice cream sandwiches and the quart of chocolate ice cream started singing to me, whistling “come hither,” and otherwise calling my name.
No matter where I’ve been in the house, no matter what I’ve been doing, I have heard the call. And about 25% of the time, I have heeded it. And so I have come to break my track record of one year, one month, and one week of “abstinence” — ie, refraining from compulsive eating behaviors.
That’s why today I threw out both of my lovers, ie, trigger foods. Kicked ‘em to the curb. I simply have no control over my urge to eat them at the moment, for whatever reason. So I need them out of sight and out of reach until I get this compulsive eating streak back into check.