I was snacking throughout the day on granola but I couldn't help feeling the guilt. I purged six times. I don't know whether to feel happy or sad, happy because I was strong enough to do it six times, or sad because I was mentally so weak to eat at all. Especially after I kept saying to myself last night how I was going to try to not eat for the next two days. I can't help it though, food is just too good.
Meanwhile, on a better note, I think things are picking up with Dylan. He was acting really flirty over the weekend and texted me right after I left.