Bingin aka stuffing yourself with (mostly) unhealthy foods in a short amount of time. Here are some helpful things to do after and how to prevent yourself from doing it again!
After/The next day
Drink a lot of water or/and green tea it helps your metabolism a lot!
Go for a walk this helps you digest the food!
The next day EAT! Don’t starve yourself as punishment! Starvation can lead to another binge and we don’t want that! Eat 3 big or 5 small healthy and nutritious meals!
Think what caused the binge? Was it an emotional binge? Was it boredom? ask yourself this so you can prevent binging in the future!
Things to do instead
-Paint your nails
-get away from your house/kitchen go outside or to your room!
-drink some water or tea!
-do your homework or do some cleaning!
-eat! make yourself a healthy meal a fruit plate or a smoothie something nutritious and go away from the kitchen to prevent eating more than you need!
-brush your teeth!
-watch a movie or tv show!
-play some games!
I hope this helps if you end up binging anyways forgive yourself and try going without it again tomorrow! What I find helpful is treating myself if I don’t binge for a long time! Like buy yourself something nice like a bath bomb or some clothing this motivates me so maybe it will motivate you to!
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