After a hefty meal on one of the last days of 2016 (I no longer remember exactly which one), I wanted very badly to spill it all out in the bathroom. But then it occurred to me: I think 2016 was the first calendar year in many that I have not purged.
There is another side of me that is thinking "Hey, I accomplished the goal, so I know I am capable, so what difference would it make if I went back to my old habits?? They obviously don't control me."
But for today I am going to choose to be optimistic and think that maybe I can keep my fingers out of my throat for good.