I've been doing so well.

Should I go or not? There is going to be a ton of food there, and I know I'll want it.

I don't have to eat it.

I'm strong. 

It looks pretty good. 

Ok, one piece won't hurt. I can just have one. Small one.  

That was so good, I just want one more.

Well, I already blew it so I might as well start again tomorrow. 

Chips.
Brownies.
Cheese.
Cake.
Wine.
Pizza.
Chips.
Brownies.
Cake.
Cheese.

I'm just going to eat as much as I can because I will start over tomorrow and won't eat any of this anymore. This time for good. This time is different. 

Just one more thing before I go, before I start over again. 

Pass out. 

Morning. 

Guilt.