Purgetory

I havent been on cause of nosey people at school found it :l


SO   im going on a fast until i see my doctor a week - 2 weeks so yeah, only because i want to loose ALOT so his scales dont upset me :(


Butt are there any other things i can do to loose weight faster or is fasting the quickest then and week with orangge juice then soup then solids?



xxx

Hi, I'm Kate, I'm EDNOS/bulimic.

Age: 17
HW: 125
LW: 112
CW: 112

I don't beleive in goal weights.

I was actually invited to this community a few weeks ago, but I'm just now doing an intro ha,

Well, I'm M...
I have had anorexia with rare but prominent bulimic tendencies for as long as I can remember, I have always had a battle with food, even when I was as young as 5, food just did not interest me, I would go days without food not really knowing why, crying when my mom finally made me eat. Since, I have had this disease my entire life, I have always been underweight, I am standing at 5'8" weighing 98lbs. My highest weight ever was a few years back and I was 112lbs, this was during one of my attempts at self recovery. I have had many attempts which obviously have never worked... I know I need help. I even want help. But, I am unable to bring myself to ask for it.

Going on a fast from MONDAY with a friend!
for a week with diet coke and chewing gum.
But going to cut down over weekend.
 DOCTORS :( was horrible because they weighed me
and my scales at home said 34 kg and theirs said 39 so
totaly going to motivate me this week.
how are you all?
xxxxxxx



P.s   whats the best way to start eating again after a 1 week -2 week fast so you dont put on the weight you have lost?
xx

Hi, thanks for inviting me (:
I'm Anne I'm sixteen and I have had an eating disorder for almost a year. I have recently gained A TON of weight... about 20 pounds and apparently "now i look healthy". I miss my bones but I can't stop binging and it is hell.  
I want to get back on track before I turn into a whale.  Anyways.. I look forward to posting here!
Well thanks for adding me! 

I haven't been to bed yet. It's 7.47am, and I'm sat here wondering what the hell I'm doing.

I've been drinking, but I drank so much, I threw up, so I'm all balanced out.

Except for the sleep.

I could go to bed now, but I figure it would be more productive to keep going until this afternoon/evening before I crawl under the duvet and have a really long night's worth to catch up.

I'm not working til 1pm Monday, and that's only til 5, so I've got tons of time to sleep before then.

My mouth tastes disgusting. Whether I sleep or not, I'm going to brush my teeth soon. My head is buzzing, but I can't tell if it's from alcohol or tiredness, of which I can't really feel the effects of either.

Maybe I'm going mad. I never can quite tell until someone points out to me something I have done that is way out of the ordinary. That's part of my curse though. They say that crazy people never know that they are. To know that one is crazy means that you cease to be crazy, apparently.

I don't know what to believe anymore.

My boyfriend made me some toast for breakfast.

When he wasn't looking, I dumped it out of the window.

The birds are enjoying it as we speak.

For too long, I've been trying to convince myself that my recovery weight is a good thing, but the message has never really gotten through. How can you force yourself to believe something when there's the little voice in the back of your mind telling you it's all bullshit and propaganda.

They are trying to make you into something that is unnatural to you. I don't give a shit about 'national statistics' and what doctors think is a 'normal/ideal' weight. Have they seen the fat fucks shuffling around outside? The fucking national statistic is that of obesity. We are a nation of fatties, eating ourselves into the record books!!!!

Don't tell me this is normal. I'm not fucking stupid or blind!!!!

You should be giving me a medal for not wanting to be one of the herd (literally!!!!)

You're not going to stop me this time. I'm not falling for that shit again!

I'm on the the verge of a major relapse. I've put on far too much recovery weight and I can't stand it. I have to get rid of it.

I haven't slipped yet, but I'm already planning things out in my head for how I'm going to deal with this. It's a scary thought, going back to where I was, but it's a welcoming thought too. It's me stepping back into my comfort zone.

This is something I have to do. I can't take it anymore. None of my old clothes fit and it totally sucks.

I'm ready for this again. It's time....