Crying over milk spilt

Though fortunately I have moved on in my eating disorder and progress far enough into recovery to be able to aptly deal with a milk spillage with out a severe breakdown resulting in an anorexic meltdown, I am sorry to say that I still react over dramatically and incredibly badly to a minuscule misdemeanour. I find myself punishing myself with unnessecary force. I am proud now that I have moved on from thinking I was the worlds most useless person simply because I knocked over my milky night beverage and in concordance with this disallowing myself food for the foreseeable future. Spillage of a drink now would mean a brisk squirt of kitchen cleaner and a wipe of a cloth. It is not needed to cruelly punish ourselves for a mere accident that someone else would think nothing of. You are no less useful than the next person, it may simply have been a clumsy glass.