I have a confession to make.

(Cue drum rolls and trumpets.)
Here goes: I don't binge. Ever. I just never really feel like stuffing myself with so much food I could burst. I wish I could say I understand the mechanisms of binging. I don't.
The closest I ever get to a binge is eating a 2-course meal. Even then, I count calories in my head, I hardly ever clear the plate and I control myself completely. Oh, did I mention that I don't eat for the whole day before said meal? Well, I don't. That's the only way to convince myself it's OK to actually sit down and eat once in a while.
I don't purge either. I did try laxatives, but they didn't work for me, I only felt dizzy with dehydration and very, very weak. Vomiting was never an option. I just can't do it and that's it. As for overexercising, I don't think I'm prone to that, either, although some of my couch potato friends would beg to differ. Oh well, they're happy sitting on the sofa and chewing on another Mars bar, I'm happy on my bike, enjoying the fresh air. So what if I sometimes cycle for 6-7 hours straight? I enjoy it and that's all. The fact that cycling burns shitloads of calories is a bonus.
Weight is still at 125 pounds and I decided not to wait any longer to reward myself. Instead of a top, I bought a fab dress from Asos. I'm planning to wear it to my birthday party. Well, one of the four (sic!) I'm having this year. Crikey, I never thought the older you get, the more birthday outings you have. But then, it's quite logical, because the older you get, the more people you meet.
Oh, and my boyfriend decided to get rid of his belly and he's on a diet, too. Which is good, as he's going to be more focused on changes in his own body than those in mine. Just peachy.