Shorter

I talked about it for a year, finally chose a color (grey – I went wild), bought the paint, cleared out my room, cleaned off the walls….and the weekend I was going to do it I got massively sick. Unfortunately, nothing has changed since then – 2 weeks ago – and my dresser lies in my hallway, next to my desk and tv. At least my bed is still in my room.

I love the concept, but once I start I realize it just takes away from my physical journal. I can’t focus on one topic…and I’d rather not simply recant the inane events of my day.

I’m pretty small – 5’0”, 115 lbs, and not the type of person you’d expect to have an eating disorder.
I knew things were bad when I left my mom’s birthday dinner 3 times to throw up in Red Lobster’s bathroom…I stopped completely for about a month and a half. I didn’t know how much it sucked until I stopped. That was December. Now it’s February and I’ve started again, ever so innocently, but it’s getting slowly worse. Not good!