the "urge to purge"... the phrase is in my mind alot... it sort of stays there and plays over and over... the "urge to purge"....

I'm sick, mostly like having a bad case of the flu. Depression has set in and so has the bumping into things. I have bruises on my arms, legs... oh the dignity of an eating disorder or rather the indignity...

I remember why I binge at times like this... the depression is unrelenting.

I understand that no one understands.. my body just plain hates food... and functions on sugar..

staying the course but wishing it were easier...