I fasted until around six. Even then, I had cereal with no intention of binging.
Then--BOOM.

I got it out [which is what the mind wanted]. I managed to lose almost a pound today.

It still wasn't enough. I had to take the pills, and it's all I can do to stay in this chair and not practically tackle the stationary bike (can't use the treadmill, it's too late [yes we have both, no one uses them, and now you understand why I'm FAT]. The neighbors will think we have a hippo bouncing up and down on the upper floor).

Fine, you win. I'll get on the bike. Happy?

Just keep me out the damn fridge.