Thanks for your reply, ScaredSad.

Of course you can borrow some of my strength! :P
Yeah, easier said than done... Like with most things. Cleaning gives me a sense of warm, fuzzy accomplishment too But this week, there is a heatwave and lack of food and so much exercise and feeling so deathly crap today has made me decide that I cannot physically do it until I have let myself sleep. So, after my Key Support meeting at 11.30, I will go home and sleep. Then after that I will begin my cleaning.

Sharing my story makes my life more bearable sometimes.. Although I do feel guilty for dumping it here, I know that it's the only place I feel safe enough to just splurge it all. I'm feeling safer and safer with my counsellor as I see her more, which is good.. But just not safe enough yet. I think sometimes I'm a bit scared of her, like next week when she sees how quickly I'm losing weight and I tell her how much I've lost when she asks, I'm scared about that. I know she'll not be happy. I predict all this happening because I noticed her last night giving me sideward glances, looking at my stomach and frowning a bit. I still felt like I was the fattest, most failing person there though

I feel sick and just got a sharp pain in my chest.. Hmmm. Hate it when that happens. It's so painful! I get it a lot. Kind of like a burp and a hiccup at the same time, but not