Lost a bit more weight. Am far too happy about this.
Binged and purged last night, for the umpteenth time. Am far too okay with this.

I think I'm just trying to convince myself that I'm attempting to recover. Because this... is not recovery. At least I don't think it is.

This whole thing is really just confusing and wonky and strange.

It seems like all I know how to do anymore is count calories, eat way too much cereal and milk, and puke.

Clearly, I win at life. [/sarcasm]