Its been so long since I was here. I used to come on here a lot. Looking back on it, I was a little crazy. I am still crazy but for a while I have been better at trying to be 'normal'. It was wierd when my boyfriend asked me if I was anorexic one day, I didnt know what to say. It was wierd when my friends started worrying about my boney bits. It was awful when none of my clothes fitted nicely anymore. Weight. It was the only thing that I could control and it was both a distraction and my punishment for being such a bad person. A few months after I stopped writing my journal on here I realised I had barely eaten for the longest time. I kept getting drunk and was covered in bruises. Would obsessively write lists. I made it to 102lb. Still fat by some standards. It had to stop. I started running, working out loads. I started eating things I felt safe with. I realised that I could seem to eat fairly 'normally' if I kept up the running and the gym. I stopped running obsessively after eating and did it for enjoyment. I know I have gained so I cant bear to weigh anymore. I have definately put on muscle. I still scrutinise myself for hours. Find myself touching my shoulderblades to see if the fat crept back. I long for that 102lb feeling. Im scared of the scales. I try to tell myself I cant have gained too bad. Im a UK size 8. After all my efforts, I feel I need my distraction again. I feel so consumed by the reasons it started last time. They gradually came back with 'normality'. Life was actually better the old way. I'm almost about to give in to it. It was mine. It made me forget all my problems. In a wierd way it made me happy. I want my super thin happy back. Current Mood: discontent
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