Went out today and for the first time in a very long time, I recognised there wasn’t a raging beast in my belly. Today I again, planned to feed myself 4 times a day. 4 times in a day works for me and I eat relatively well. I eat what I want. This morning was incredibly challenging and I noticed how I needed more food. I was hungrier. I had ice cream for my mid-afternoon snack and I was fine with it. The best thing was that I didn’t eat eat 2 whole tubs, but an average portion. I ate a lovely roast at the pub and my sister ordered a dessert….I couldn’t believe it…I didn’t want any. I had a herbal tea. Today I ate like a normal person. Today there was no eating disorder talking…it almost tried, but I didn’t let it in.

There is one thing I know for certain, I will never be free from bingeing unless I stop weighing myself. The slightest restriction makes me binge….like a raging beast. There’s a beautiful freedom in this. Roll on tomorrow.