That's how she feels now. Full of food (just some cereal for breakfast and natural yoghurt for lunch, then 9 chips, a piece of fried fish, one pound-coin sized, greasy puff pastry with tomato and cheese plus a mini burger) and wine (just one glass, but that was enough, as she hardly ever drinks at all). All because of a gastro-pub opening. She used to love those events; she dreads them now, she despises herself after each of them more and more.
She sets her limit to 300 for tomorrow. She'll make up for the gluttony and the lack of control. Friday is Liquid Day again. And then she's alone all weekend, so she can give up food entirely. No-one will be there to watch.
A sigh of relief.
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