Well whatever it was, it's gone. I am not hungry now, and it's about when I would normally be having a supplement before bed. I feel that maybe I should have a salad or veggies since I didn't earlier, but I think I'm going to leave that binge well enough alone. Might as well admit, it was a binge. I just wanted to eat and eat. It is progress that I made better choices, but binging on cookies is the same as binging on celery - you might do less physical damage with the celery, but giving in to binging on anything does not help heal the emotional issues that caused it.
I think I'm just still stressed. Yes things are slowing down, but there are still two performances coming up and until they are in my past, I will still have this shadow hanging over me. I am actually not worried about my piano students' recital anymore - they have all finally got their pieces ready to go and it's still two weeks away, so I think they are in good shape. But that still leaves the Kindergarten and 2nd grade performances. I do think they will go well, but still, it's a stressor. What if I forget something? What if the kids choke? What if everyone hates it? The answer, of course, is that the show will go on, life will go on, we will all adjust, and in a year no one will remember what did or did not happen on that night. I know that in my head, but my heart takes everything too seriously.
I am kind of killing time here - I'm burning CDs for the cast of the musical I'm working on, and I have two more to go. There are no more new posts for me to read, I have no pressing questions to start my own post - so here I am. Decidedly not hungry but very tired. As soon as these CDs are done I'm going to grab myself a diet soda (I only allow myself to have one after I've gotten in my 100oz of pure water for the day) and go upstairs to read a couple of chapters before going to sleep.
I just thought I wouldn't weigh in tomorrow, but who am I kidding? I need to know what that stupid number is, and I've even started weighing multiple times a day. I can't give it up entirely, but I CAN control myself enough to only weigh once, in the morning. I will NOT weigh myself tonight before bed. I will not weigh myself in the middle of the day every time I go to the bathroom. Once a day. I will exert some modicum of control over that piece of whatever-it-is - plastic, metal, whatever.
OK, we're onto the last CD. Good night, John Boy.