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Nov. 16th, 2009

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I just found my old journal from back when I was at my lowest weight. Back when I would beat myself up over less than 200 calories. This one entry I was calling myself fat for giving in to ONE FRUIT SNACK, 6 calories. Seriously.

I don't remember much of that time. I feel like maybe I was happier then, in a way, but then again I know I wasn't. In my head, thinner=happier. I had about 760 calories so far today (fail) and burned about 525. Net of 235. I'm having a salad for dinner that is 195 calories. Less if I don't use all the dressing, which I probably won't. And after I finish my math homework, I'll go to the gym.

Fasting tomorrow. Hopefully Wednesday, though I'll just be happy if I can get through work without bingeing on some kind of bread. Seriously, fuck Panera Bread. I need a new job.

Nov. 7th, 2009

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Finally back! Been essentially binging for 3 months even though I didn't gain any weight. Back to restricting and fasting.Down 2 pounds since yesterday. I have no idea why it was so hard before.

Sam and I are back 'together' again. Sort of. I mean, we've never been together officially, but whatever it is we do, it's happening again. Except this time he's being really sweet. I think he realizes that I'm not going to hurt him like his ex did (2 fucking years ago) and that the whole reason I slept with someone else was because I was tired of waiting on him to figure that out. So, maybe this time it will actually work out.

He kind of asked me to move in with him. I mentioned that I was looking for a place to live in Atlanta, and he said that his roommate was moving out and I should move in with them. The rent is like $200 less than I'm paying now, and it'd be great to live with my best friend. But, also, Sam and I argue a lot. I'm afraid if I did move in there and we lived together, it'd be bad. Then, what if we got into another huge fight? Would I be expected to move out? Even if not, it'd still be really awkward.

Anyway, I'm happy now. I have less than 10 pounds left to lose before Thanksgiving. I can do it.


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Oct. 16th, 2009

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 I want to spend every moment in my room. I feel safe in here. It's the only place I've ever had all to myself. My tiny, precious little dorm room.

I hate responsibility. Now, to go to work. Joy.

Sep. 27th, 2009

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 I'm going completely fucking insane. No kidding. I've been obsessing over everything. My OCD has gone through the roof the past two months. My mood swings/depression as well. I feel like someone else is living my life. I don't feel connected to it. I don't give a shit. I smoke a lot of weed. 

I don't really even care about my weight like I did before, but my eating has been getting worse and worse (again.) Before, I always cared more about how much I weighed. I never really weigh myself anymore. It's more of calorie counting for the sake of... doing something I want, I guess? That's not quite right. I still want to be thinner, but it's not the top of my list anymore. It doesn't matter when I get there, because I've got nothing else to do. 

I don't know. That doesn't make sense. And I didn't realize it was true until I wrote it. Because I still feel fat. And I still would like to wake up 20 pounds lighter in the morning.

Fuck it. I'm going to bed. Not sleeping may be catching up to me.

Sep. 21st, 2009

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I SAID SKIM MILK!

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