There's this feeling that I think only bulimics may understand. It happens when you finally give in to those binge urges that have been haunting you for the past few minutes, hours or days. Those thoughts that keep telling you that you need donuts, a pizza or a cake. That voice that tells you that it will leave you alone if you just binge and purge. You get this rush as you walk to the grocery store, and it intensifies as you get to your favorite aisle. If your favorite food is on sale, it's almost too much excitement to bear. And that feeling when you take the first bite, of the food you'd been longing for, that taste you've been aching for.
I wish the feeling wasn't as good.
Maybe then it would be easier to stop.