Finally.

I got past the hump. I got past the 240 plateau. I'm at 232 now.. at least, on a good day. Or a good hour, I should say. Shit, a good minute. I'm weighing pretty often when I'm at home now.. almost every time I'm in the bathroom. I have a calculator that says my weight can fluctuate with water about 6-7 pounds in a day, so I try not to freak when I hop on the scale and it's back up to 240. But I always end up telling the scale to fuck off anyway. Literally.

I also lost an inch and a half. I think that was in a week and a half, maybe 2 weeks.

TMI, but it's getting a little difficult to poop. That's all I'll say on that.

Oh, and I'm full on Ana now. Except Sundays.. I keep that a Mia day because I do love to binge and purge. I don't try to maintain on weekdays anymore. I'm not going to lie.. I like food, and I like to purge, but the high I get from a fast is like no other. It's so much more comfortable for me to just go the day without eating than it is for me to make myself get down at least 800 cals. I usually go all day and have a small protein and veggie filled meal at night, and on Sundays I binge. Sometimes I start my binge late Saturday night. I try not to feel bad, cause I know it helps to keep up my metabolism, but I end up purging anyway. I just love to purge. Love.

Monday I plan on starting a fast, and going at least 48 hours. Love the hunger high.. so excited for it. Yea, the rules are out. The only rule now is that I'm not allowed to purge more than twice a week.

So that's what's going on with this MiAna. I know no one reads this yet, but it helps me. I feel less alone. I'm a little scared, but I don't feel like I can stop now.