Oh hello there ;-) My eating has been glorious the last 2 days. I got told to keep a food diary by my therapist after I got into an argument with mom b/c the woman came home with an entire Kangaroo gas station full of pink fluffy fatty processed CRAP with the words I WANT YOU TO BINGE AND BE FAT written all over it.
SO, i guess when you have a food diary and you KNOW someone will look at it you want it to be good. She says she wants to come up with an eating "plan" but i'm just going to keep on with my usual....like anyone here is going to stop me?
The last time I got down to 90 lbs no one cared...i wasn't that skinny. No one is going to intervene until i get down into the lower 80's....even then wtf are they going to do? My mom says she'd throw me in the hospital, but I swear she's bluffing. She has no follow through, never has.
Oh God I need 80 lbs.
Last few days=meh. stressing over what classes to take (calculus, physics, AP bio, ACK!). Yesterday I drafted my research paper, and I think it was pretty awesome. Its a literary analysis of allusion on MY FAVORITEST POEM EVER "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock". But there's that tiny part of me that thinks its total crap and I'm a terrible failure.
and now for the dance portion: