Sometimes—and by ‘sometimes’ I mean always around the time of my period—I get tired of eating all healthy, all the time. Sometimes, although it is rare, I want to go binge. I want to eat a Big Mac, or get a pint of Ben & Jerry’s or two [it’s been known to happen], or over-eat on purpose just because I can.
And when I get like that, I always try to justify it by mentally and defiantly insisting, who cares? I’m just going to eat this, who cares? If I shove all of this in my mouth, who cares? It’s one binge. It’s just a bunch of food. It’s not a big deal, so who cares?
I care, that’s who. And if I’m the most important person to me, then where do I get off saying who cares? I do. That binge is only hurting me. It’s setting me back from my goal. It’s making me feel bloated and sick from eating too much, and it’s giving me a headache from consuming too much sugar, and it’s ruining my energy levels. And it’s making me sad that I’m getting in the way of myself improving.
So, yeah, sometimes a binge will take place. I can’t be perfect and neither can you. But the next time I go to do it, and I think to myself, who cares, it’s just once, I’ll remind myself of this: you care.