Tra la la. [12 May 2008|07:29am] [ mood | groggy ] I didn't bp all weekend. Well, no that's not right - I b'ed, I just never made it to the p part. And that is the last time I want to do that for the rest of my frikkin life - my stomach hurt sooo bad from eating, but I just never ended up with the opportunity to purge with mom being home. I've been super paranoid about getting caught lately.  After the weekend, I don't even want to step near the scale for fear it will register all this weight I know I've gained just from me being near it - it can probably smell it in the air, like a grizzly bear can smell your fear. Or something like that. (Boy, I listen to too much Dane Cook..) The whole not weighing thing kind of makes me tweak out because it's part of my bp routine - weigh, eat, weigh, puke, weigh - but I can't let myself on that scale because I know the number will more than likely make me want to off myself. So I'll deal with the OCD tweak, thank-you-very-much. There really isn't much else to write about - I'm just updating while I wait for my second HotPocket (TM) to finish cooking so I can scarf-and-barf. Oh, and I think I'm getting sick; I woke up yesterday with a tickle in my throat and now I am starting to develop a slight phlegm-y cough. Horray. Sore throats love tooth brushes jammed down them even more than regular throats. EDIT: I couldn't stand it, I had to weigh myself.... 145 ...fuck me rotten... 2 comments|post comment

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