96.6. BMI: 16.7.

I see the dietician today. I really have no idea what's going to go down. I still can't do a meal plan like she wants me to, so nothing's going to happen that way, unless I have some sort of miraculous breakthrough (which I doubt).

The sad thing is that I really don't have anything else to talk about but the ED. Ever since I stopped working, all I really do is sit at home, restrict, b/p, get online, watch TV, and read when I can. And, well, go to appointments when I have them, which is about once or twice a week on average, lately. That's it. My life is chock full of really fucking boring. Hence why I basically never write lately, except to update about weight and shit.