about how certain nocturnal activities, or more importantly the associated intimacy, are good for losing weight, because they release the same sorts of chemicals as eating does, while reducing anxiety and improving self-confidence (or something like that – I’m paraphrasing wildly but if I can find the article again later I’ll post the link).

Anyway it got me thinking how easy it would be to substitute sex for food, and how I might feel less like eating if I felt less lonely whatever. Which in turn made it clear how superficial it all is – after all I always have the option to do something else, and surely there are hundreds of truly glorious things in my life I could substitute for food. When I binge I am just zooming in on the very few negative aspects or emotions in what is a generally positive bigger picture. When I look at it like that it seems much more manageable, even childish. Maybe weird eating patterns really are something I can (emotionally) grow out of, and not need any more.