39 hours: that's how long I managed. I only lost another .5 a pound at that point.
Two b/p sessions later, and I'm down another pound. I really wish it didn't play with my head like that; it'd be easier to stop.
Eh...in my defense, it was hard going on a bunch of soda. Hell, even water feels better than all carbonation.
I picked up some sweetener for tea/coffee and a bottle of Gatorade--round two starts at 1AM.
[Lost so far: 3.5 pounds.]
EDIT:
I had a body image sketch on my wall for about a month (if you've seen 'Thin,' you'll know what I'm talking about).
My mother took--no, tore it down today.
Personally, I think she should have read it instead of just tossing it away.
I left her a note where it used to be. The jist of it:
"Admit it: I'M FUCKED IN THE HEAD. The sooner you acknowledge this, the sooner everyone can move on. Since I can't see the real me anymore, you've just made it worse. Thanks, ma."
...I love being vindictive, but maybe I'll let her think she has control here. Hmm.
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