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OK, so i've fasted for three days straight (apart from licking the flavour off a packet of crisps =-)) i feel great and i've got alot of energy but there's something in me that feels so sad.
 if i focus on it it gets worse and i start to feel really anxious.
 i have no urges to eat anything but when i focus on the bad feelings i get a spark of craving. i can control that but i cant control the sadness in me. i don't know what to do. i have this frequently and one of two things end up happening; either i cry alot and self harm or i binge and purge all night........neither are constructive but the first option at least eradicates guilt the day after, even if it does mean hiding my scars for a few weeks.

does anyone else experience similar stuff and if so (or even if not) any advise, opinions or comments would be much appreciated =-)
thanks giuys xxxxxxxxxx
 
 
 
 
 
 
Third day of the fast and I'm really pleased with myself, i walked 7 miles this morning on empty; my cars beginning to gather dust!
None of my family or friends suspect anything as of yet and i intend to keep it that way! i supose i'm lucky as i'm older and my family are always coming and going so its fairly easy manufacture the "meal" scenario ready for when they return. the only time we eat together is on a sunday so i'm dreading it, although this week might be ok as i've been called into work so if i dordle about i will will be able to eat it on my todd ;)

one thing is troubling me tho, I'd really appreciate any advise or if anyone has also experienced this, my best friend also has disordered eating and at first when i became extreme so did she; she's got a very competitive nature and whilst competition is not a part of my ED I know it is a big part of hers. when i went into recovery she fluctuated around the goal low weights whilst i got bigger and bigger. when we were both losing  we talked all the time about everything to do with our ED's but now I feel like she's in a different place to me and i find it hard to confide in her about it. i haven't talked to her about my recent developments and dont want to until she starts to notice. we were inseperable and now we see eachther alot less and our friendship seems somewhat superficial. i love her so much, we've been best friends for 5years and i dont want to throw it away. Help!! if anyone has been in a similar situation or has any advice it would be much appreciated.

Look forward to hearing from you, much love =)
steph xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

 
 
 
 
 
 
So far so good, getting back into it was the easiest thing I’ve done in a long time, my mind feels so much clearer and so far I haven't had any thoughts of self harm.  I feel free again, free from the worry of life; the only thing that matters to me again is my weight. I have stayed strong for a week now, easing my self into it so as not to shut down my metabolism and have fasted now for two days.

this is the beginning of the end; and i cant wait   = )
 
 
 
 
 
 
I started dieting when I was 13, then began extreme dieting at 14 until I was 16 I went into recovery for a few months then when I started college became severely addicted to weight loss, I had always purged but I began to use alot of laxatives by the and of college at 18 my weight was to 8st 10, I was hospitalised for three weeks. my weight went up to 9st 6 and then dropped again to 8st 12. I was hospitalised again (both times I was restricted to the hospital but was not sectioned as I knew either way I'd end up there and this way I'd still be able to adopt later in life if I had done enough damage to my fertility to warrant it) my weight rose to 9st 8 prior to release and i maintained that weight until I went away to university, my weight dropped again to just under 9 stone and I was taken out of uni by my family, I was then enrolled into the ED clinic and received therapy three times a week. my weight continued to rise and my depression got much worse. For three months I binged and purged all day long and my weight rose to 9st 12. I decided something had to be done so I left the country and went to work abroad, I lost the weight again but began to suffer from seizures and black outs more frequently so I had to return to England. When I got back all the things I had successfully ran away from were still there and I binged, purged and cried for 5months barely leaving the house. I attempted suicide twice, but couldn't bare the thought of them carrying a heavy coffin down the aisle, I didn't want to live but I also didn't want to die in this state, my suicide method will be slow until I reach the end; light as an angel. I am currently re-enrolled at a local university but struggling to keep myself motivated to attend and under close observation by my family. I am bigger than I've ever been and more depressed than ever, so I'm back to my old ways, recovery only made me more depressed and for the first time in ages I am beginning to feel happy. I realise that for me the only way I can be happy is with Ana in my life.