I need a scale. The next time I come home from work, I’ll swing by CVS and pick one up. I’ll keep it hidden in my room and get back in my daily routine of weighing myself in the morning (after I pee) wearing only my underwear.


Well, I’m eight and a half months clean and sobriety is treating me well, but I’m still batshit crazy. My borderline personality is driving my roommate nuts and, after struggling with meals for months, I’ve finally given in and started restricting again. It’s amazing how easy it is… like I never stopped. I almost immediately […]