Oh gosh, this is how I was leaving high school, nearly word for word. It was the one thing I had complete control over, or so I thought. I dropped so much weight I was even starting to feel ill, but fought it off by telling myself that my "perfect weight" isn't far away. Getting to my "perfect weight" would have killed me.

Honestly, me going into the hospital (And I went during the summer, I was there for a few weeks) was the best thing that could have happened. And I was extremely lucky with the amazing staff that worked the ED unit. I wasn't eating perfectly when I left, but I was given the tools to get there.

Follow your instincts here. If you know there is no improvement happening, please take care and listen to your therapist. I will not lie and say it is by any means easy. But you get to a point where you realize you have no control over this, but that food and numbers do. And that being healthy is something we ALL deserve.

Please take care!