Failure.

I ate a cookie.  It was one cookie, and I ate it.  Not a taste, or nibble, or even a bite...it was a whole cookie.  I failed.  When I got into the car I started crying.  I went home and just about devoured everything in sight, I figured if I was going to go and do shit like that I didn't deserve to be thin.  I'm so mad at myself.  Today I drove to Target before work and grabbed some laxatives.  I just hope they empty me, quickly.  Today, I am fasting.  I do not deserve to eat anything after last night.  Tomorrow neither.  Saturday I can have 200 calories, but no more.  Sunday I can have 300.  Monday I can't eat anything, but if I would like some broth during the day I may have it.