Treat Day

This was not a successful day. I'd really like to run backwards. 

I decided to tread in the footsteps of an acquaintance of mine, and pencil a 'treat day' into my weeks. Unlike his indulgence (I hope), my treat day quickly evolved into my chaotic spiral of gluttony and retribution. A good treat day should consist of drinks and lovely desserts, chumming about with a hodgepodge of friends. My treat day wasn't like that. I ate alone with the door locked, and was psychologically scorned by shock and self-loathing. 

Despite my downfall, I'd like to try this scheduled indulgence (as opposed to mindless self indulgence) again. The more that I analyze the concept of having a day to look forward to, the wiser it sounds. If I can learn to compartmentalize the parts of my thoughts that lead me to binging, then I may be able to give them a place in my life without being controlled by them.

In order to actually make this plausible, I need to change 'treat day, to an adventure at Starbucks (...for pumpkin spiced lattes). When I binge on sweets, I feel full and lethargic... which is as miserable as depression to me. I'm used to feeling hungry, so it's a comfortable place for me. It's better for me to drink my calories instead of chewing them.


I should have posted this picture for Halloween yesterday. Nonetheless:

Happy Day-After-Halloween!
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