holy gross...

bad binge night...and on fucking hot dogs. i don't even like hot dogs that much. but they were there. i was watching the girls and waiting up for my relief, and it was taking forever. i was tired and pissed, but definately not hungry. i tried my hardest to stay out of the kitchen, but the moment i did...fuck. it wasn't until i surfaced for air (3 hot dogs and some random sweet snack foody shit) that i realized what the hell i was doing. i was eating because i needed something i couldn't get at the time. i was angry and frustrated about the day and waiting up till midnight didn't help at all.

i feel disgusting. not emotionally. emotionally i know what i did, i acknowledge it and have moved on, but my body feels super-ick.

live and learn.
again.