Day 115 - man, it was a feast of stomach. My father’s Birthday somewhat broke my shield as I tasted this and that and all and everything again. It was a well-thought decision, not binging, I knew what punishment would be like. I felt like trash can, only stuffed with delicacies. And for this, I gotta pay, and a high price: no swimming skipping, little food during the day (if possible, just water and green tea and fruit) and avoiding kitchen at all costs.
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