I get to Iowa and D said he was hungry. He got Chinese for us. Fuck. Fried rice. Fried chicken. Double Fuck. I ate. I really shouldn't have. Like 1000 calories. Fuck. And I ate the right amount to want to binge. We got ice cream. Like another 700 calories. Seriously. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 1000 + 700 + 405 = 1205. Fuck. Not nearly enough exercise to come close to making up for any of it. And now my stomach has decided to hurt. If it would have hurt after a little Chinese I would have had an excuse to quit eating and I could have stopped at like 1000 for the day. Maybe even less. Since I was with D I couldn't purge. I haven't purged for a while. Like a month? Maybe two. Not sure. I feel like shit. I'm going to bed. Fuck.