Purging again....

I actually managed to make it a week without purging, until this weekend. And I blame absolutely EVERYTHING on my fucking period.
You know what it’s like, wrong time of the month, mammoth cravings and crazy emotions, I just caved completely and ate like a dirty, greedy pig. Oddly enough, I do get a strange comfort out of purging. Even if I’m not 100% positive that I’ve got every-last-little-bit up, I feel really complete and safe.
Luckily, the HUGE binges this weekend did no real damage, I stayed at the same weight, but I was beyond crushed that I’d thrown all my effort away.
I’m starting again this week, back to restricting, but I worry that the purging is here to stay.