In my late teens and early twenties, I had a serious battle with anorexia. I got through it, though it was seriously difficult, and extremely stressful for my family, my then boyfriend, now husband, and me, of course.
In the interim I've been okay-ish. Had periods of fasting, but generally ate healthily and didn't obsess too much about my weight.
Earlier this year I had a very bad flare-up of my Crohn's Disease (diagnosed 5 years ago). That caused me to lose a fair bit of weight very quickly. And it's like that weight loss woke up the latent anorexic inside me. I eat almost nothing. Today I had an apple and a cup-a-soup. Same yesterday. And the day before, and so on. I think I had a sandwich one day last week.
I look awful, I'm not slim and healthy looking, I look skinny and sick. It's totally spiralling out of control, and even though I know I'm slowly destroying myself, I look in the mirror at my protruding hip bones and ribs, at my hollow face, and get a thrill from it.
I'm 5' 9" and a size 6, which is smaller than I was even at my worst in my early 20s. I exercise obsessively, even when I'm so weak I feel like I could faint.
I was seeing a Dietician (referred by my Gastroenterologist) but she discharged me from her service because, well, I'm good at lying about how bad my food issues actually are. I know I need to speak to my GP, but I'm terrified of putting on weight.