I have done a looot of different self-harm in my life, and boy I ain't proud of none, but no method was as bad as to go on a date with a fat girl. She basically used me as a taxi to go to big town ("Oh, I'm sooo sorry, I just got a  throbbing headache, just lets hit some shops and boogie") and buy tons of KFC and McDonalds on coupons to eat at home. Meanwhile I ate a salad with balsamico.