this is what a REAL binge is like...

One cookie is not a binge.
One cupcake is not a binge.
Two or three pieces of cake is not even a binge.

A binge is when you stuff cereal down your throat just because you NEED something to eat that you can get down in huge quantities FAST FASTER FASTEST, as if this was a race where anything but first place will lead to the realization of all your worst nightmares. (Except the binge itself, of course. That's a nightmare all its own.)

A binge is when you eat until your stomach is distended, and the skin stretches so you can see ribs you couldn't see before you started your gluttony; when you eat until your whole abdomen, your whole torso, hurts; when you can't even straighten up because if you did the pressure in your guts would be too unbearable; when you can feel the liquids and food trying to shove their way back up your esophagus because you can't fit it all in; when even all this sometimes isn't enough to stop you. You just need one more bite... no, two more... threefourfiveten...

A binge is when you ravage close-to-empty cupboards frantically, looking for anything to shove in your face, even stuff like brown sugar from the bag, or full-fat peanut butter in huge tablespoons straight from the jar, or some hideous peanut-butter-Quik-syrup-brown-sugar-artificial-vanilla thing that you mixed way the hell up with the biggest spoon you could find and are just eating because it's so high calorie and disgusting.

A binge is when you eat things you don't even WANT, don't even LIKE, because you NEED to be terribly, hideously full so bad.

A binge is when you eat even though you don't even REMOTELY want to eat, because your biology screams "MORE MORE MORE" and you scream "NO NO NO" and it just happens anyway and you can't even begin to stop it.

So fuck you and your one-cookie binges.
You haven't got a fucking clue.