Weighed myself this morning and was not impressed. I need to start running again. Screw my hip. I gotta talk to my T about possibly having an eating disorder, but she won't return my phone calls. Literally half my calories today came from coffee (tried Dunk's pumpkin iced coffee and it's really good, I know I'm late on that one though).
My mom commented on how thin I'm getting, said I looked "almost anorexic." Guess I gotta wear more baggy clothes. I usually just wear PJ pants and a T-shirt but today I wore leggings and a tunic. I don't see the thin-ness though, just the balls of fat I can grab. But yeah, definitely gotta get a hold of my therapist and tell her I'm not afraid of being poisoned anymore but I still don't want to eat.