I made a big omelette for breakfast. Usually when I fight with my husband or have another trigger that makes me feel rejected and like a loser, I restrict my calories or fast and become really depressed. Then that leads to a binge or worse, a drink. Trying to break that cycle, obviously. Today I will eat 3 meals, even though I feel like restricting to prove to him that I'm worth loving. (Well, that's the absurd logic, anyway).
Geez, I have never actually written out any of these feelings before. It's painful.