Sneak attack binge: sneaky like a sledgehammer

Binges are certainly different now, far smaller than before. Yesterday I went through several fresh chocolate chip cookies and a half liter of milk. I only recognized it as a binge when DH asked this morning what happened to the milk.

This binge was the old “I’ve lost weight” binge. Still don’t understand why, but it happens. One theory someone has is that people who react negatively to success (that’s me!) do so because they had a caregiver who put them down or otherwise reacted negatively to the care-give-ee’s success. Boy does this ever sound right for me. My brother always had to prove himself better than me, and would hit me if that’s what worked to make me admit it.

As a result of this binge I got to at least have an experience of tossing food when I put too much on my plate at lunch today. I made a specific choice to not finish my sandwich and have dessert instead. 2 cookies, a nice moderate serving. Yay! And no one to beat me up. I’ve won!