Repairing the Damage

I am fasting today because I ate everything that wasn't nailed down yesterday.  (Actually, there were some nailed-down things I wanted to eat, too.  I thought that maybe I could claim the nails add a little iron to my diet.)

You know what the hell of it is?  The real hell of it is that we rob ourselves of pleasure, even in the midst of binging.  The feeling of guilt, of panic, overwhelms the taste of the food, dulls our senses to it.  We chew so quickly, stuffing the food down, working frantically to make the evidence of our sin disappear.

Sometimes it's just easier to starve.