God. I fucking threw up again today.
I did it while I was drunk Friday, too. Except I was drunk.
But I still stuck my fingers down my throat.
And today, the worst.
I ate for the purpose of throwing up.
Eat. Delete. Repeat.
…
I’d rather just starve.
But I couldn’t help myself, I guess.
We’re purposefully running out of food in the house
because we’re going on vacation soon,
and I just wanted some ice cream.
But I didn’t want the calories.
It’s bad enough that I feel like a whale from having my period.
I just need to be thinner.
175!
That’s such a high number but it’s better than what I am now,
and it’s technically average weight.
So maybe once my BMI doesn’t indicate that I’m overweight,
I’ll stop feeling like I am.
Anyway, going swimming today with friends.
Joy.
Can’t wait for everyone to see my cow-like self.
