Well, today was my first proper day of lectures (after what's known in england as Freshers week) and i have to say, already I am fascinated.
However, there is a slight problem. One of my lecturers for my course has actually met me before....she runs a specialist clinic in Sheffield for the treatment of eating disorders....yeah. Awkward.

Except, so far she's being totally cool. Well...she acknowledged me with a kind of humourous ''well, you've taken this course? well i hope it's informative for you." and that was it. So if you ask me...I got off quite lightly.

I'm getting really interested in doing the lemonade diet. I've tried it before, but i got too disgusted with the stuff and just reverted to a regular fast.
But maybe if i stick it out this time, It'll get me started back on my routine of shrinking. I'm excited!

I have a cold. A pretty bad one actually....so I'm stocking up on the multivits, and drinking soooooo many gallons of water, I'm practically an ocean inside.
Hopefully i can flush this bitch out before the week starts to wane.

Basically, me being on this course is going to mean that if my hawkeye spots anything useful for my readers + me....It will be posted =]

I think that's all for now!
I'm going to cook my lovely boyfriend a nutritious meal, the smell of which will tide me over cravings wise. That's the problem with recovery. You lose that....loathing for a while. Or i find that's the case with me anyway...I'm probably just weak though.

Love,
Jemimah
xxx

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what a summer...

Well...earlyish july saw me in IP. A few weeks have passed and I still can't believe it all happened. I was allowed out at a weight of 105lbs.
The last time I weighed myself at home before recovery, i was 79lbs. Can you imagine how gutted i am??
so I am now 1o3lbs, and moving into a new flat with my boyfriend this saturday. Starting university on the monday. A degree in Nutrition....ironic, eh???
Got better grades than i thought, due to working constantly to avoid eating! double edged sword.
So was able to play the field, and get on a course i had thought out of my league.

Flirting with the idea of a fast. The part of my brain that is brainwashed by recovery tells me not to mess up the prospects of university.
But then the rest, through which my loyal parasite speaks whispers...don't lose. Don't lose me.

I know i'll never lose it. It is me, and I am it.
We go through such difficulty, trying to function when our world is our bubble of hunger and of lies.
I know i should definitely try to be more regular with this...it straightens my head out a little.

So far today, i have drank a cup of tea and apart from that i am empty, and it feels like home.

Love,
Jemimah
xxx

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