My goodness, Joey, I could eat Weetabix, bran flakes and any other kind of cereal by the truckload every day for my entire life and still not get enough of them. Though obviously thinking like that doesn't help me one bit! When I start fantasizing about wolfing entire boxes down, I just have to remind myself that yes, I love them, and yes, I can keep eating these things, but NO, it's not worth the guilt and the discomfort binging on them. They'll always be there when I want them, I don't have to eat industrial quantities in one sitting like it's going out of style. I'm convinced I can get that into my head eventually with enough practice -- once I'm in vacation I want to buy myself some cereal and "practice" eating just one bowl every morning. I'll then obsessively record my successes here.
And now it's 9 days! I still think about binging longingly sometimes, but I realize that with every day that passes, I'm starting to no longer think about it as "Man I wish I could run and binge right now!" but rather as something I once did and at that moment miss, but something in the past. The danger of me binging in the future is still very much real, but how I think about it has changed. In the past, even when I was going without binging for a longer stretch of time, I always knew I'd binge again and that it would just be a matter of time, and that I'd even welcome it back at first (until deciding to take a break again, only to return later); like a yo-yo effect with binging. Now, I'm not counting on future binges. I don't see their return as inevitable, because it doesn't have to be. In the end it's still my hand taking that food to my mouth; it might be a killer struggle to resist, but my brain (struggling like Jekyll/Hyde) still commands my hand.
(Apropos binging, I still can't help but envy those that do backbreaking labor all day in the countryside -- not that I want to do all that labor, but they eat gargantuan amounts of food and their body actually NEEDS it all.)