Only had liquids today, but they were high-cal. I'm gonna say I had probably like 500 maybe 600 if I'm really pushing it. Water, coffee, and tea for the rest of the day.
I just obsessively freaked out and ran around my house looking for laxatives to flush my system. I weighed myself fifteen times or more just in case the number changed.
I've been denying myself this long, I've always 'said' i have an ED but I've always just thought I was choosing it. Now I realize--the pain is real.
It's depressing, I'll admit.
All I can think about is the number on the scale.
Fuck.
You know, the sick thing is that I think about this while I'm eating. I think, 'Don't. You'll regret it." but I do it anyway because it's what I want at the time.
How am I ever going to be 18.5 BMI if I keep this shit up? 120's my 'goal' weight.
110's my real one. But I'll probably be dead by then.
<3 Cheers.
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