Ever wonder what we did to deserve this pain in the *** of a disorder? I am so sick of worrying all the time about my size. My boyfriend being in Egypt serving in the military doesn't help out too much either because I never get to see him and he always seems to be drunk or something when he calls! I am exhausted from having to wake up every three hours craving foods. Then, that seems to carry over to the next day, causing me to skip breakfast and maybe even lunch---which probably causes me to eat more that night. It's this ongoing cycle that never ends. I just want to give up so badly. The only thing that keeps me going is college soccer. If I'm not in a healthy weight range then I can't play. But, I often wonder if I'm fine right now or am I too heavy? I was 94 when I was admitted to the hospital and the nutritionist told me my "healthy" weigh range is 120-125. It sucks real bad because I haven't gotten my period back. I am not sure if this is because I work out a lot or what!?!?! The constant thoughts of being fat are driving me insane!