neokara
09-21-2010, 04:49 PM
Ok so as most people know I tried to get pushed into recovery by admitting my problem to my church pastor and my best friends mom. Well I sure was pushed into stuff. My pastor made me write a letter so I could tell me parents which he rejected the first draft and made me rewrite it. He's known about it for like a month.
My best friend's mom has know for 2 weeks and the other day told me I control it and that I can make myself eat if I want to. Gee, I'm sure I can if I want to. Problem is. I DON'T WANT TO EAT. So she forced food down my throat basically and I gained two pounds in three days which made me way mad. Sunday my mom goes "You're gaining weight." Like I didn't know -.-
Today that stupid little voice told me I was going to restrict a lot and so I have. I've dodged food left and right, and sadly I still don't feel right. I still feel like it should be less... I mean I've basically burned off any calorie I gained today in P.E. and have yet to eat anything for dinner...
I'm so freaking lost... I want to get better so I can go out to eat with my friends and not feel like a pig. So I can look in the mirror and smile again. But then again I'm afraid of getting better, afraid of losing the only thing that has kept me "sane".
My best friend's mom has know for 2 weeks and the other day told me I control it and that I can make myself eat if I want to. Gee, I'm sure I can if I want to. Problem is. I DON'T WANT TO EAT. So she forced food down my throat basically and I gained two pounds in three days which made me way mad. Sunday my mom goes "You're gaining weight." Like I didn't know -.-
Today that stupid little voice told me I was going to restrict a lot and so I have. I've dodged food left and right, and sadly I still don't feel right. I still feel like it should be less... I mean I've basically burned off any calorie I gained today in P.E. and have yet to eat anything for dinner...
I'm so freaking lost... I want to get better so I can go out to eat with my friends and not feel like a pig. So I can look in the mirror and smile again. But then again I'm afraid of getting better, afraid of losing the only thing that has kept me "sane".