Really, does God hate me? Lately, I feel he does. I get nothing but continual bad things happening to me. I posted on a FB private eating disorders recovery group about feeling bad about not exercising today, and this one woman took over the conversation going on and on and on about how sucky her life is. And then when a mod told her to be supportive or not say anything at all or post her problems in a different post, the woman replied, "I am worse than her. When it comes to my health hon." The mod muted her for now. God knows I needed that drama. I'm crying and panicky and feeling extra fat thanks to that woman.

Oh, yeah. And I think I'm mixed. I'm glad I'm seeing the pdoc on Monday as well as the PCP.

They need to add mixed to the mood choice, though I'm not sure it's really a mood, but is bookworm a mood too? Well, I'll leave it at anxious for now.