Binge eating. Hard out. I may have only just got that last 5 week binge sorted when I had a major shock last weekend that enabled me to launch into another binge.
I’m managing / limiting my food options by keeping the fridge and cupboards pretty bare of food. It’s the going out thing that’s driving me nutty. I continually choose to head to KFC’s drive thru. After speaking with Kai Whakaorakai about the chicken fest’s I go on, I came to decide that the cheaper option would be to buy frozen whole chickens and roast them myself – and then eat a whole one every fucking day if I believe I need to.
Cheaper – yes.
Better for me than KFC and other cooked chook – yes.
Pissed off the person who facilitated the disordered eating group I went to two years ago will not call me back. I’ve called twice over 3 weeks. Both times I’ve been told she’ll call me back. Really? Another so called professional I’ve lost respect for. Another kick to the gut that says “see? told you – you can’t trust or rely on anyone to be honest and / or truthful. gotta do everything – e.v.e.r.y thing myself”.
One thing I’m no longer shy about – is letting people know what I feel, think and believe about their alleged “professional” service to me.