Last blog post was ironic.

So, almost immediately after I declared “Drugs aren’t my problem… eating is!”, I go and buy a bundle and a bag of the finest junk available in Newark. I’m such an idiot. Or am I a genius? My  psychiatrist this morning was so hung up on my drugging that he didn’t even touch on my eating. For the last 2.5 weeks, I’ve lost about 16 lbs. That’s almost a pound per day. That’s about the max I can expect to lose per day. I hope I can keep it up. It’s much quicker than the last time I was anorexic. Of course, I’m also a lot better at restricting than the last time I was anorexic.

PS If anyway wants to become friends (whatever that looks like). Just let me now. Good luck out there, anorexic junkies.

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