Yesterday, I didn't eat much. I was actually kind of proud. I was all "Like, Omigod, I ate well today." Then my fucking mom came over. And brought me food, because I was sick. What did I do? Binged. Why not? You can always start tomorrow, right?BUT I WANT TO START TODAY!I want to be thin now. Where the fuck did my self control go? In my stomach and thighs. With the food I shove down my throat. I wont even talk about what I ate today. I'm a fat pig. Fucking slop. I disgust myself.