I hit my next goal weight (160) this morning. I feel very trapped right now. I don’t know how to stop losing weight. I don’t know if I want to, out of fear of picking up drugs again.
Several people commented on my weight loss at the meeting last night. N didn’t. She said I looked good, but I’m fairly certain she lied. She has commented on me being too thin at weights higher than I’m at now.
I’m going to do my insurance appeal when I get home. I’m going to be a prime candidate for residential ED treatment fairly shortly, if I’m not there already.
Fuck. My thinking is all wonky. I’m struggling getting the words out right now.