It doesn't even feel like a "binge" anymore. It's just "why not?" eating. I don't get it. It's like, you'd think that I'd have the willpower to stop eating after my "late night snack"but no, everything looks good. I feel so self conscious about the scale. My scale has been so mean to me lately, and it's like I worked so hard and then the scale is being a b*tch to me. So, I just say f*ck it, the scale isn't going to show me good news, so why should i even care? I don't know how to stop eating at 1600 calories - correction - I do but something self-consciously is telling me that it's not OK to stop eating. I wish I could just get back to the disciplined person that I was at month two & three. I know I can get back on track, but sometimes it's like why even try? I don't know what the hell is going on mentally. It's not even like during the day I eat poorly, it's always between 9pm & 10pm that everything goes to hell. Maybe I should just go to sleep at 8:30 so I won't have to worry about it. I don't know what's going on. No matter how much I think I've got things in control ,I'm sorely reminded that I don't.