My Ed feels two ways about this;
1. Well just eat more tonight it doesn't matter, you ruined it. Your stomach already feels huge, so while it does, make the most of it. You really should go into the kitchen and dispose of those chocolate chips you like to nibble at time to time. If you don't now, you'll end up gorging the whole bag soon enough. You deserve to feel even worse than you do now.
2. Suck it up, move on and do something. You are obviously full, so you do not need to eat anything. You have every right to enduldge and enjoy here and there, and it does not have to be in extremes.
So in conclusion to number 1:
I would binge/purge
Feel guilty for days
Later could use it as an excuse to do it again, then cycle starts again.
So I say:
"No I'm not going to do that, I have been able to manage my food/snacks well, for the first time in years. I wanted wings, had them, am obviously satisfied. Why ruin that? I will not create further fears of what those wings could/will/are doing to me. Just because they are not a particularly 'safe' food doesn't mean I need to eat a whole fucking candy shop worth of junk. I see doing would be a way to validate that those wings will make me feel fat and guilty, so why set that feeling in stone, and really go all out? Make sure I really feel bad for enjoying food. It may be control, but it's not. It will set me in a cycle to do it over and over. It's Ed taking over me. Fuck all that."
I choose number 2:
"I'm trying my best to feel good about the fact I ate what I wanted, didn't go overboard, and now, am making that critical choice not to sabatoge my work by going back to my old food habits (EX:I might have ate too much, I'm not sure...better eat more cause I feel shitty already). I'm not hungry or painfully full, and it's okay to be in the middle, to physically feel full. It's only scary because of my past history with eating and food. I'm done giving food power over me. Living a fulfilling life is not about my body's appearance."
I pray that I can rest peacefully, sleep the whole night (woke last night 1am...) Tomorrow I really want to write about my tug of war in my recovery, with more of a fear of my bulimia, and no fear of my anorexia, coming to surface. And the fact of managing my orthorexia, in a rationally healthy way.