...Not once, but twice. Then again, it was my sister's birthday [she turned four]. It was more the idea of 'oh-it's-okay-since-there's-a-birthday-today' as opposed to actually being surrounded by food. In fact, there was very little temptation. My folks didn't even try to force food on me.
I'm still fat, so there's no fuss if I skip a meal or two [or seven, etc].
I want to go back to the recovery site I joined a while ago, but I don't quite belong there--everyone there is genuinely ready to stop [or so it seems] giving their whole selves over to self-destruction. It isn't as much that I've nothing to say--quite the contrary--I just feel like a huge fraud while everyone is putting their all into gaining their lives back, and I'm there venting right along with them, but doing nothing about the very problem that brought me to their site in the first place.
School is in 19 days [including today]. I don't think I'm ready to go back [mentally speaking]. Maybe I should actually try to find someone to put up with me [read: a friend]...then again, that might cause more trouble than it's worth. (I guess we'll see, won't we?)
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