entry 3. dear diary,
Me and my friends went to the dining hall for dinner and I pigged OUT. I got two slices of pizza, mac and cheese, one piece of cake that was actually two but I didn’t eat the second, and soup. I probably consumed around 1,000 calories. I went to get some silk milk to wash down the cake I had been eating, when I felt a little “gurmphf” in my stomach. I felt a little nauseous but nothing crazy. I felt spit get into my mouth. I read this fact online that whenever your body is about to throw up, your mouth fills up with s[it about 30 seconds before to provide some lubricant to the throw up. This fact went through my head when I felt the spit and I knew that I had a few seconds before I threw up in front of the entire hall. I SPRINTED like the fastest fat gal you have ever seen. I BANGED open the women's bathroom door and made it 2 seconds before hurling in a nearby stall. It was nasty. When I was done, I went to the sink to wash off my face. I guess my body wasn’t done with vomiting because I threw up again in the waste-bin in between the two sinks. I felt like shit. I also looked like shit because vomiting made my eyes water and turn red, my mascara was running, and my false lashes were falling off my face. I wiped away my makeup with a rough paper towel. And I looked at myself. I had seen myself before after throwing up before, but this time for some reason was different. Standing in the mirror weighing over 230 lbs, eating the meal i wanted too, throwing it up, and not having any calorie gain.
I kinda liked it.