I suck
I'm really disappointed in myself right now. I relapsed today for the first time in about three weeks. I had a feeling too, when my mom and sister left and I had the entire house to myself. I've been trying to keep myself busy so I don't find myself home alone, but between two jobs, guitar, and a social life, I'm running myself into the ground. And I can't keep running away from my house, cause I'm always going to end up in this situation at one time or another. The worst part about this whole thing is that I just watched a special on eating disorders yesterday. It was about a marathon runner who had anorexia and bulimia for fifteen years. She was in this support group, and over the years, some of the girls she got to be close to died from it. She almost died, and she almost lost her baby too. Her entire life was ruined by her eating disorder. Wouldn't you think that would be some motivation to get better?