🍔Back Seat Uber Binge🍟

I swore to him I was going to be good. And I struggled, all week, to try and keep my promise.

He even made me pinky swear: Only healthy meals. Going back to the gym. And finally listen to my doctor's warnings. But, the second my boyfriend left for work, I failed him.

I snuck out, called an Uber and went straight to In-N-Out like the weak, greedy girl I've become.

And now here I am - soft and heavy and stuffed in the back seat of some stranger's car. My belly barely fit into my clothing even before I left the house. Tits straining my top. Grease all over my fingers as I shove cheeseburgers and French fries into my mouth. I do my best not to make a mess in this dude's car. Salt, cheese, special sauce and milkshake stain my lips while I moan and rub my belly between messy bites.

_I know I can't keep doing this. _I know every burger is a setback. A promise broken. And it's only going to add more weight to my swollen body. The doctor's been lecturing me. My boyfriend is growing impatient. I know they want the best for me. And I keep making them promises and guarantee.

But my hunger doesn't care about promises.

It's like a greedy animal inside me- that only gets louder the more I'm told "No." So, I ordered everything I've been craving. Three cheeseburgers, a vanilla milkshake and fries, Animal-style. **Over 2,500 calories **that I absolutely do not need. I even tipped the driver extra just to sit there and let me devour it in his back seat without judging me.