Hah – so much for the jog. Fell asleep putting boys to bed instead. Woke up at 11.30pm (as did Felix, who’s bed I was in) so we migrated to my bed, which of course meant minimal sleep for me.

Ate rest of savory twist loaf in car on way home yesterday, then stuffed in dinner that Mum had made (she lives upstairs and helps out on Wed and Fri nights with boys – as well as all the other times) – then purged it all. Great. Why do I feel way less guilt and issue with vomitting than I do with bingeing in the first place.

Went swimming this morning – 24 laps of 50mtr pool.

Still, feel flat and demoralised.