I told my mom about being depressed and BED and a lot of things. Her response. She sent me a 200 gram chocolate bar.
I'm literally crying right now. I debated myself for about an hour and then threw it in the trash, but I know that I have to take it out because otherwise I might end up eating it anyway. I feel disgusting. Haven't even had breakfast yet - part of the bargaining. But I will, a healthy yogurt. I went ten days, binged on Sunday and now I'm back to fighting again.
Though this "kind gesture" makes me want to beat the crap out of myself. I just want to scream.