I just got back from my trip to Arizona about half an hour ago. The first thing I thought when I walked through the door was, "I have to update my caringonline blog!". I don't know if that's a good thing or not, hehe.

It was a terrible, wonderful trip. So much happened, not physical but mentally that I can't fit it all in one post so I'm going to post a few more, one about each day in a little while. I have to sit down relax, unpack and think about it, and then I'll post about the trip.

Anyway, let's talk about today. Woke up in the morning and for some strange (okay, not strange but suprising) reason felt determined to fast all day long. Around six I softened up and got a plain bagel and an apple and a bottle of water and ate it on the plain trip from Houston to Baton Rouge. It was funny to look at my family. My mom had a fruit cup and a chicken caesar salad, my little sister had a slice of pepperoni pizza and a coke, and I had my apple and bagel. We don't go together at all.

I just felt terrible about eating the apple and bagel for the whole plain trip which was stupid. And then, I don't know, I just snapped. On the drive from the airport back home we stopped at a restaurant for dinner. I ordered the biggest meal I could find and binged. I threw it up in an old french fry carton I found in the car on the way home. I knew it would leak but I didn't it silently, secretly anyway, talking to my mom between lurches. I guess you could say I've "perfected" the silent barf. That's nothing to be proud of, believe me.

My hair smells like barf, so do my clothes, I'm sure the car reaks. So if my family noticed, they didn't say anything.

Well, I will fill you all in in hopefully an hour or so, I need to bathe. Oh, one more piece of hopefully good news: I haven't weighed myself at all through the whole trip. It could be a bad thing, so I'm trying to put off finally doing it to a time when I'm more emotionally stable.

Stay strong, you guys.