All out, and a nice shower. I feel *so* much better.
What brought this on? Well, my husband and I had a bit of a bad situation last night. He had a panic attack and we went to bed feeling all wierd. Since we had not had a chance to talk yet, things were still not resolved this afternoon. I over-did it at the gym (go figure) and then I binged. And barfed.
He's home now. Things are better. Why did I eat because I felt bad? It's not as if I'm not aware that it only makes me feel shittier.
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