A love-hate relationship.

[felicitous]

My body still won't let me eat anything. It's been a few days since I've eaten much and going on two weeks since I've enjoyed the taste of food. I've gotten down to 137. It's not like it was my goal to lose weight... ironically, just lately I've totally begun to accept my body. I'm really scared because I have always loved food, and right now (even though my stomach needs food) I can't think about anything without feeling sick.

It could be the holidays, which drive me crazier every year.
More likely, it's my lack of therapy, which I need badly.

I'm tired and sick with a nasty chest cold so I'm turning in.