No Idea

I'm at home for a week and my mom hid the scales.

Also she keeps asking me what I want to eat.

Fuck pretending, I'm just going to refuse. There's nothing she can do until I'm underweight, severely so at that. I don't have to go to the doctor if I don't want to and I don't have to eat if I don't want to either.

So for now I am subsisting on an apple and coffee. Deal with it.

I hate that I am so bitter after IP but fuck I can't take this shit anymore. It is literally giving me anxiety to just not know how much I weigh.

Goddamnit.

I'm going to Wal-Mart and I'm going to weigh myself there in the scale aisle.

Fuck.