Placebo

Fuckety fuck fuck.. How come when you're doing good on restricting, the "ill/can't breathe" placebo takes over your mind and convinces you to eat something or you'll die? Like I'd really die from skipping one meal. I'm such a fucking idiot.

Yesterday was going great; I had some raspberries & a banana for breakfast, diet pills and water all day... then at dinner time in the house I ate two small bread rolls but then purged them back up. I went to bed early cause I was feeling so tired but couldn't sleep cause I felt like I couldn't breathe properly. After lying there for an hour I got worried then got up and ended up eating 2 slices of bread with banana, and a slice of toast.

I don't even deserve to lose weight...