Thursday, August 10, 2017

Aug 10

Work is fine, but the damn security guard keeps on poking my ribs/waist which I am very not okay with.

I'm on the bus. I feel like I'm going to puke. 

I get home. The four mini donuts I had at work come up involuntarily. My body doesn't like digesting food anymore.

I weigh less then I did this morning. I smile.

I'm on my way to the pharmacy to pick up my meds. I also pick up some binge food. I get a good haul for  only 5.86$. On the way back home, I pick up my favorite Jamaican food.

I'm home. I eat, I purge. I eat again, I purge again. 

I lie down in bed, preparing to eat and purge again in a few minutes.

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