I was going to write this yesterday but I was just too tired. I haven’t been sleeping well recently and if I do sleep then I feel like I am not refreshed in the morning. Just like really tired and sluggish. The food thing hasn’t really been going anywhere for me recently. I am struggling so much with restricting my intake and I’m sure all this anxiety I have going on isn’t really helping matters.
I’m just never hungry and that voice inside my head is going on at me for being such a pig. I hate this. I don’t want to eat, I don’t want to get better. I’m not hungry so what’s the point in eating anyway and I am fat. So fat. I had a doctors appointment this morning because the surgery phoned me up to say he wants an appointment with me. I knew he would weigh me and he did. Apparently I haven’t seen him in six months. I’ve been putting it off because I know I’m overweight now so I won’t even class as having an eating disorder anymore. And then I told him that it upsets me to see my weight so he didn’t tell me what it was which sort of helped but the ed thoughts had already flooded through thick and fast.
Which led me to purging my breakfast this morning. And that’s not even the worst thing. The worst thing is that I should feel bad or at least care that I purged but I don’t. I want it all out of me and I want it out now. I don’t know how much longer I can keep going like this for.