Gonna weigh myself every monday afternoon and wednesday afternoon, to regular means to much fluctuation which just fucks with my head.

I’m also going to take a picture at both these days to try and record the difference. Last time I could never see it so I lost too much too quick and didn’t appreciate that I was thinner.

I can’t believe I got down to like, 96lbs and through it all away just because food tastes good and people told me to. Right now all I wanna do is go back but I can’t, so instead I promise to never do it again and lose it all again properly for once and for all. I feel so shit when I eat, and even if I feel like shit when I don’t, it’s a good kind of bad. At least then I feel light and airy and in control.

I don’t want people to know and I don’t want attention I just want to be skinny and alone and happy and blissful.

I don’t know why but I weighed a bit less than I though I would today, I like 108ish pounds.

So far I’ve eaten some grapes, like half a cup, and a sachet of calpol as I am ill.

hey I’m on a diet today.