I knew it was coming. The inevitability of a binge sat in the back of my mind like a cat gearing up to pounce on its prey. You know, the way he eases on to his back legs and shuffles back and forth, twitching his nose until the unsuspecting mouse/bird/snake isn't looking his way?

At the grocery store, I spent quite a bit more than I had hoped on routine groceries. As I was unpacking I realized that it was because of all the junk that found its way into the cart-despite my constant please to the kids to Put That Down! They say not to shop when you're hungry. I'd have to add not to shop when the cookie monster is raging inside you. Interestingly, though, when I left for the store it wasn't with junk food in mind. It's almost as if the store brainwashed me into thinking I had to have this stuff.

Nonetheless, I couldn't wait for the kids to get in bed so I could go downstairs so I could rip into and ravage the package of chocolate chip cookies like a sailor on leave. Fortunately, I guess, I bought off-off-off brand cookies and they were terrible! That's what I get! However, the real Reese's peanut butter cups left no room for improvement.

I did actually get to a point where I felt so full I thought I might throw up if I ate any more. This I happily attributed to Byetta. The only problem was that my mind and my stomach weren't communicating. I still had an overwhelming urge to head back to the bag of candy ... just. one. more.

And then the fatigue hit. I had sat down to work on a new crochet project. My fingers fumbled through the stitches and I felt almost as if I were drunk. I soldiered on, though, and within an hour, I was feeling somewhat like myself again. At least, not so drunk anymore. Fortunately, I didn't feel like going back to the bag of chocolate for one more round.