I love icecream - or maybe I should say that I used to love icecream. I had the blessing of not being able to eat it for a whild because my teeth ached too much and it was not worth it.

But now I have eaten icecream saturday and sunday - it was not as good as I had anticipated. The saturday cone was an impulse and I wonder why I did not throw it away after two bites since I did not really like it that much. Yesterday was a question of having it in the house, I bought a package for daughter and friend but when I came home, they had left to play at the friends house and then it was time to drive my daughter to the bus that takes her back to her father... so the icecream was in the freezer and that I could not handle at all.

I wonder if it is sort of a self-fulfilling prophecy? "I canīt keep triggers in the house"... which means that if trigger foods randomly end up in my house I donīt have to resist them...

I am sort of sure that it is also a delayd reaction from my crises last week - I did not binge after session in court and I did not binge after being fined for driving without a seat belt... and when I relax and think "wow, I did not binge!" I fall for something small....

Back ont track today, I have a hard time to get working, but I beter because otherwise I will have a very difficult situation next week!