Soooooo....

I'm officially the worst at updating in the history of ever.

Anyways. I've got some reflections I've been having lately.

I think I have a very odd eating disorder. You see my lovelies, it's like it comes and goes. Some days, if I eat even a piece of celery, I have a panic attack. Other days, like the last week or so, I just don't care what goes into my mouth.

It's so strange.

Am I just not sick enough? Is it really not an eating disorder, but rather a passing phase? It's confusing and frustrating, and, of course, doesn't yield results.

I weighed in yesterday at 134.8. It's not awful, all things considered, but it's worse than it was. :/

I have more reflections on my friend Padfoot, but I'll save those for later. Currently, she's in outpatient therapy, and she's doing her best to get better, because she realized that Ana fucked her over. I'm really proud of her.

Hermherm. gtg.

Cheers kids.

> Sparks <