Not looking forward to tomorrow.
I have done my best tonight to make myself feel better. Its bloody freezing so i have all my snuggly pj things on including my new bedsocks.
I had a really long shower and am in nice clean bedding.
And yet it has done nothing to ease my anxiety. I have to be weighed soon. If i manage to get out of it tomorrow (im not sure that i will) then i am going to have no choice next time.
Eurgh.
Fed up to fuck.
I don't even know what i am going to say to her.
Ill discuss these 'panic attacks' i have been having. And she will ask the normal questions and i will give the normal responses. Then, off to meet Lucie and Annabella. We will go shopping (where i will not spend anything) and then i shall pop to Mozzas for safe crap and home for the long weekend.
I don't know how i am going to manage to get laxatives though because the people in the chemist at Medz pretend not to have them and whisper to eachother. (Lucie actually saw this as well). And i get scared that the other chemists will start being the same way. Especially considering i go in them all the fecking time :(
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Taking you on a journey through my life and documenting the triumphs and trials that come hand in hand with having an eating disorder. Hopefully, one day i will be able to look back on this and see just how far i have come.
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