Do I consider myself fully recovered?
Most days I'd say yes, but sometimes all it takes is an old picture of myself to step right back into it.
I came home over Thanksgiving and shockingly I have not eaten as much here as I do when I'm in Pitt.
I've gained so much weight since Pittsburgh, which is a good thing.
This time last year I was about 123 pounds. I am now about 137 pounds.
That's a good thing though right?
People at school constantly tell me how envious they are of me becasue they think I'm so skinny.
They're crazy. I'm not. I have no self control like I used to.
Food has become my world in Pittsburgh, but not in the way that it was a year ago.
I feel like I've developed almost a binge eating disorder. It's like I can never just stop eating.
My legs are disgusting, filled with cellulite. My love handles could take over the world.
I look back on old pictures of myself and I can now see how skinny I truly was. I miss it.
I am quite proud though that I can see that I was skinny.
Part of me wants that again. I want that frail body back.
I miss the days where I had so much self control and perserverance.
Last december I remember I lived off 3 square pieces of fudge a day and one 0 calorie 32 oz rooster booster for about 3 weeks straight.
I miss that. I felt so in control and when I got home and stepped on that scale it always said I was about a pound and a half lighter than I was earlier that morning.
I don't want to slip back into this, but I can see it happening.
I want my body, self control, determination, stregnth- all of it back.
