I have an eating disorder kind of thing. I need a trip to the dentist and have been losing weight too, so these things are affecting my self esteem at the moment. I was put on prozac and I'm not quite sure if it has kicked in yet.
Yesterday, though, I decided to eat a proper breakfast - porridge & sultanas, toast & marmite, milky coffee. I was very pleased with my intake, because I can't always be bothered to eat much, if anything. Having done this one small positive thing, the rest of the day was so much easier to be positive about. I ended up tidying my hall and kitchen, and having a proper dinner and everything (couldn't fit lunch in. Stuffed!).
Maybe the drugs are kicking in after all. Wierd though isn't it? One small insignificant effort, and the world seems possible to cope with.