So I Relapsed After 48 Hours Fasting. Three Slices Of Bread And An Apple. Always Similar Frustrating

Crossed bmi 21 in the right direction today. Can't wait being under 20. I eat now three to four moderate meals a week. Happy.

Flu and Ana is a bad combination

Everybody wants something from me. The world is fucking up. I want only run away. I can't. But I can decline this fucking world by declining eating. This really helps. It's not 3d. It's liberation.

Ate an apple yesterday 😭. And feel I failed @n@ and my best friend.

Happy not to eat and feel I never want to eat again

Early in the morning, second day fasting. I am happy. I am not alone in that. I feel the warmth of doing it together, living it together. Being less, purging away all superficial, all unecessary. Being pure at the end. Feeling being loved and being able to love.

Happy today. Making food for my family, but didn't eat anything. It was no fight, I simply was not tempted. After a binge Friday a relief

Eastern was not good. Fuck holidays. But now on track again. One meal every second day.

36 hours without food now, running 10k every day. Feels good. My body disappears. Disturbing things: sleep is not good and I am freezing all the time (here is still winter). BMI 20.4 now.

Bad day today. I am stressed, there is an important exam in six days. And I was alone at home, the most dangerous situation. So I binged. After running says my calculator that I had an intake of 1000 cals. Still undercaloric, but I feel like a piece of shit