A couple of victories and a couple defeats to report. My dad's birthday was this weekend, and I successfully ate his birthday meal of steak, cake, and ice cream. 3 fear foods in one meal. I was pretty proud of myself. We also went to the Renaissance Festival, which is basically 1 giant LARP where everyone dresses up in "medieval garb" and eats turkey legs and sells beer and jousts and watches fire jugglers and magicians and things like that and says "good sir" and stuff like that. There were probably at least 500 people there, and I successfully made it through the afternoon without too much social anxiety!
Then when I got back to P-burg, Casey came over. He had celebrated his birthday with his family over the weekend and he brought over leftover cake and ice cream, which I successfully made it through.
The defeat is that I'm going into this week with the full mindset of losing weight its like I don't even care anymore. I just want to be thin. I haven't binged and purged for almost 2 weeks now, and because of that I'm losing weight, and it's so addicting.
Also, I was clumsy and wearing slippery socks and I face-planted on our concrete floor and got a ginormous nose bleed and this morning my nose looks like a giant plum. Oops =) It's kinda funny though. Casey said people would think he was hitting me.
No, hon. I know what abuse looks like, and it's not you.
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