A) The scale went up a pound...probably from my bingeing over the weekend. This brings my weight loss only to 9 lbs so why the heck are my parents all over me lately? My mom said my arms are too thin today, so I proceeded to put on a sweater. 9 lbs is not a large amount. If they're worried, say so, but don't comment on my weight because it makes me feel like they're just lying and don't know how else to express their concern
B) I know I need to be not so focused on food/weight/sizes, but welcome to my life for the past 7 years. It's weird that I think about food SO much. Like, even when I am restricting, I just want to eat just to eat sometimes...not because I am actually that hungry. If my parents ever try to compare me now to me when I WAS anorexic, there are so many arguments that prove it's just not true. Plus, my doctor and therapist think I am doing pretty well. I hate these conflicting opinions--can't we all agree that I am either a mess or fine or somewhere in the middle? I would vote for in the middle, I suppose.
If anyone actually reads this, you're finding out just how crazy my mind is. Thank you for not giving up on me thus far.
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