I went to the doctor on Friday. While talking with her, I told her about my 33 pounds lost, how the therapy had helped, yadda yadda. All in all, I am very proud of myself and very pleased with my progress.
But whenever I talk to someone about this, I always have a binge tendency. First I caught myself starting to graze, and stopped it. Then for dinner, I chose to eat a frozen pizza, and ended up eating twice as much as I probably should have. It showed up in my intestines later as a huge lump, and was actually uncomfortable as it worked its way through my system.
Sigh. At least it wasn’t a 3 week long unconscious binge, like the last time I discussed it with someone.
Just because I live for excitement, and crave risk, I’m going to go to an American Buffet meal at the local Marriott hotel for dinner. Accents Magazine, a real treasure for expatriates in the Stuttgart area, has an advert for the event on page 21 of their latest issue.
DH and I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity of a great deal: you can pay in Euro or in Dollars. With the dollar being 30% less than the Euro, you can bet we’re scraping together our last sawbucks and headin’ out. So I’m putting myself at risk of continuing a binge just for the pleasure of free refills on my beer. Ahh, Germany!
