Fat.

I've come to face it.
 Over the summer, I gained. My bulimia worsened.
 Now here I am - 125 pounds with massive...well, everything.

 But Ana's back. I'm going to get through this.
110.
 I'm getting there now. This is day zero.

 And no one can stop me. My goal date? Christmas.

Here goes nothing.

Day 1 plan.

Breakfast: 1 cup chai tea.

Lunch: 1 cup tea, any kind

Dinner: Skip altogether. If absolutely forced, purge.

fat

I have gained. I binge. I purge. But no more. I'm going to start now. Monday: 100 cal Tuesday: 50 cal Wednesday: all full liquids Thursday: Gum fast/ no cals Friday: 200 cal Saturday: 150 cal Sunday: 90 cal Rules: - no gluten - no dairy - no meat Thin. I am bulbous. Round. Like a barrel. No one likes a fattie. I AM FAT.

105

I've made it to my original goal. 105. But keeping it is the problem. I want to get down maybe one or two more pounds for insurance. My family has grown concerned....they'll make me try to gain weight. If only they knew that I cannot he stopped by them, or anyone. I am thin and will stay like that.

I'm a little over 106 now. On a good day, I just feel so...light. Tomorrow I go ... shopping For a dress. Wish me thin.

Today

I've decided that I'm reverting to Ana and less Mia, though Mia pushed me out of a plateu.

So tomorrow, it's back to beautiful ana.

If I can, I will.

Weekend

I had an event this past weekend. Translation - multiple binge/purges. Not fun, but I'm looking forwards to getting back in the normal light purges. Maybe I'll make waffled for breakfast and purge them.

107

So I weighed myself. With clothes. 107 pounds. Victory tastes like acid. Ever so sweet. UGW - 104