...die hard. So why do I do these things? I think that I am transitioning back to the old me--the one who would rather weigh 20 pounds less by yesterday. I still haven't taken any of the med sample that the pdoc gave me last Wednesday. She only gave me enough for a week to see if I would behave and so she could talk to talk to my T. And I still don't want to go back to see the pdoc! It's kind of a PTSD thing and I don't wanna go back! Why can't my T go to medical school so he can prescribe? (I'll have to mention that option to him.) Maybe my T will have a good friend who he might think I would do really well with. I have to see someone really sweet and with a great sense of humor, someone patient and who will take my "jokes" in attempt to lighten things and temporarily distract from the issue. I see my T on Monday evening. I am a little unsure what wil happen, but I want to go. After being sick the past week from certain activities, it gave my body that "taste" of not eating again. I am wanting to get back to the old me--the thinner one. I am so hungry, but I will feel guilty if I eat, so what am I supposed to do? 49 hours to go until T appointment.