There's something immensely lonely and frightening about binge eating right there in the front seat of a truck in the parking lot.

I had been having sugar cravings all day--different from simply being hungry. People who binge all the time or even in the past know that the feeling is unique. It's like a craving for alcohol or any other drug.

YEsterday was not me at my best.

I had a lunch set up with the LSU Professor and one of his students who is also a friend of mine but I couldn't get through the meal. WE all sat down together, and I couldn't make polite conversation. I got up, excused myself, saying that I wasn't feeling well.

I am at war with myself, with my psychiatric symptoms, with the weight gain, with how much I miss and love Morpheus.