I don't know but does anyone else feel a slight bit of victoryif you ended up v* and didn't need to anymore after that? Mind you, I am thinking in a place where no one is around and you don't have embarrassment.I was thinking that the last time I did, I was gearing myself up for it and it was building up. I was horrified at what might come. Since I hate doing it in a toilet, I use bags,turn off the light,and go on the bathroom floorand just crouch into it ( my apologies if this is too graphic). I remember feeling that once it happened ( as horrible as it is), I wash up and just looked at myself in the mirror and feel this relief of ..."I did it..."I ended up doing it again later that night. It was even worse than the first. I was sure after that it was either an sv or Chinese food (I don't eat it anymore since then!!!)I was very scared and shaking more the second timebut I still thought "I did it again!! Bring it on!!"I don't know what made me sick in April, but I didn't even look at what came out. This was a week before my 30th bday, too..( great pre 30 event!!pfttt!)Anyway, has anyone else felt this way after v*? As scary and horrible as the thought is.[img]smileys/smilies_09.gif[/img]



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