I ate Friday night.
Yesterday I woke up to 128.
I guess my body was so excited I left something inside, it ate too much.
Keeping food down is destroying my mind. I HATE it.
I'm not cutting. I'm not going over board with pills.
This sucks for me but it makes my boyfriend so proud.
Unfortunately, my mom doesn't believe it's happening. *sigh*
I won't let myself see my numbers.
I will try to be healthy.
I will eat when I'm hungry.
I will only taste it once.
I will feed myself every day.
...I'm trying /:
<3 recovery is breaking my mind more than obsession with numbers, at the moment..
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