Alexandra Carmichael

August 11, 2010

For me, it was my over-eating day when I was 21. I was fed up with frequently eating past the normal signal of satiety, so one day I decided to try to just keep eating – consciously, massively over-feeding myself for a period of 6 hours. From 2-8 pm on a regular Wednesday afternoon, bagels, chocolate milk, porkchops, and all kinds of stomach-stuffing fare were shoveled into my increasingly unwilling mouth. I didn’t bother tracking calories back then, but I ate and ate until my whole midsection was throbbing with pain and I couldn’t move for an entire hour. Rather than praying for it to go away, I dove happily into the pain in an effort to imprint it firmly in my memory. It worked amazingly well – I still remember that feeling quite vividly 12 years later, and I very rarely have the urge to over-eat anymore.