last night was pretty intense. i threw up & told oliver about it, and we talked for a while and then he sends me this:
"alright so here's how this is going to work
you're going to swear to me that you'll keep it to an absolute minimum
key words: swear, absolute minimum
i'm going to pretend i don't care
in no way am i condoning or approving
and don't even let the thought that i encourage it cross your mind
i still want to know when it happens
but i won't get pissed and we'll change the subject right after
also i want to know how much you weigh right now
and once you're under 100 its over
does that work for you?"
now, keep in mind that this is the same kid that caused me to start all of this up again in tenth grade. i know i blogged about it but it was a long time ago and half of you guys didn't follow me back then so i'll tell the whole story again.
basically, i was in love with this kid my freshman year. he knew about the disorder and hated it immensely. he even once told me that if i died in a puddle of my own bile he wouldn't give a fuck. he hated it. so we struck up a deal. he'd quit smoking pot if i'd give up my eating disorder. (this was before i was a pothead) so i tried. i tried my ass off. as i'm sure all of you know, an eating disorder is a psychological issue that most often needs professional help to end completely. but i worked my ass off, hating myself every second of every day for it. only to find out that he was lying to me the whole fucking time. he never quit smoking, he just did it behind my back thinking i'd never find out. so i decided "fuck it." i submerged myself in my eating disorder and didn't give a fuck what he had to say about it. we eventually broke up, but i continued to have feelings for him. we didn't talk all summer. i decided that i wanted him back so i really gave up ana & mia for about two months. and then i saw him at school and we started texting again. eventually i asked him if he thought i was fat, now that he didn't have to lie to me about it anymore and he pretty much said yes. so i jumped right back into it. i enveloped myself in freezing showers, diet pills, saltwater flushes, and ipecac. i wrote eating disorder related poetry and stopped sleeping. it got intense.
now, we're back together. i'm no longer dumb enough to give ana up for a boy. or a girl. or anyone for that matter. this is mine. i'm going to hold on to it until i don't want to anymore. i don't care what anyone has to say about it. i'm doing this. he's really upset about it. he hates it. more than anything, he wants me to stop. and part of me wants to stop for him. but at the end of the day, he's broken my heart more than once. i don't trust him not to do it again. i'm not giving my life, my everything up for someone who very well might just up and leave one day. i'm no longer stupid.
the hunger pains just kicked in and i couldn't be happier. this means its real again. this is the start of something epic. i'm going to lose the weight this time; all the weight. i'm not going to get halfway there and let some boy get in the way. i mean business this time. i will be 98 pounds. i will, i will. so far today i've had coffee and a cigarette. i'm going to continue drinking coffee and water all day and hopefully find some way to get out of dinner. my dad's never home during the day, so i don't have to eat breakfast or lunch, but we usually go out for dinner and i have no choice but to eat something or he bitches. so i'm thinking i'll just fast all day til dinner and get a salad and eat like less than half of it. then work it all off when i get home. if i can't get out of eating, period.
how're all of you doing? its been forever since i've talked to anyone from the ana community. tell me what's been up! i wanna hear about your progress.