I purged at my boyfriends house last night. I binged on some potato wedges. And of course my stomach was stretched to the limits (it was actually hard to the touch), and something came over me. I started saying how I thought I was going to be sick and that bile was rising up my throat. The BF sends me to the bathroom and wham, bam, thank you mam, I stick my fingers down my throat and up it comes.
I'm also spending this week at my Dads house, with his analog scale which I'm never quite sure of my weight. My mother is supposed to fly in on Friday night, but we might get hit by a hurricane so my weekend is all up in the air. I'm trying to be good this week by not purging, and I did well yesterday restricting until the binge at my boyfriends. Tonight I have a dinner with work and part of me is terrified that I won't be able to purge at the restaurant (as I know the restaurant, a lot of stalls and a lot of co workers=no chance). I don't want to have to take laxatives when I get home, but I know I'll be so stressed about it that I'll end up doing it.