Today could be a comfort food day

it's building up to be one of those days that I have been trying hard not to have to many of them. The guilt that goes with it unreal. The realisation during eating what I've bought and then the disgust in myself because of it.
You see it wouldn't just be one bar of chocolate it could be two and possibly a medium size bottle of juice. I have no energy to do anything today and just want to sleep. The weather is horrible meaning the gray over cast day isn't helping my mood.

Let's see how the day unfolds

Edit: Today was a comfort eating day but not as bad as I thought it was gonna be. Don't get me wrong it was still bad but it could of been worse.

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