After having been sick this weekend, I have come to the following conclusions on why you will never find me on the bulimia nervosa list:
1. I love the taste of food WAY too much to want to re-experience it half-digested and combined with stomach acid, coming up the wrong way.
2. Who wants to spend half their life crouched over a toilet? (it's less than enlightening...and not very pleasant-smelling)
3. I'd like to keep my teeth white and decay-free, thank you.
4. I can't throw up quietly...although I certainly tried on Saturday.
5. The taste of throw-up.
Wow, and I just had the stomach flu. I suppose I'll become much more acquainted with the particulars during my first trimester of pregnancy. Good thing I have a few years to prepare myself to stomach it (no pun intended).