...or maybe I don't think it is rubbish because when I am binging I am literally loving it, until I start to feel soooo stuffed I can't move, and knowing what I am going to have to do, and that purging can kill me, and my kids could find me dead, but I can't stop it. And then thinking about all the money and food I have wasted.
Getting loads of weight loss comments, I keep kind of dying of embarrassment and claiming to be going to the gym - like I would have the energy for that. Amazed I have lost weight actually, must have this purging well honed now, I always used to gain in my previous bulimic phases (16 years of this on and off).
Thought I was well recovered - well that was stupid of me, I always think that when I am doing okay and I always relapse. Am also rather liking feeling detached and floaty, suits me perfectly right now. And according to my bloods I only have a 'few things a bit out' they are not worried, I am not anorexic and my heart trace was fine, just a gross bulimic so no-one cares, and apparently I can't hope to be recovered really (how stupid of me to bother talking to my GP). Nobody cares, got occy health at work next week just to be patronised and spoken to like I am 12.
Idk what the point is of this rant, I guess I am bored of this and want to lie here helplessly and be saved and have everything made okay. Slightly hallucinating about food right now while feeling sick after b/p'ing repulsive amounts of chocolate. Want to crawl into a hole and stay there.