Im sick in bed with a chest infection, as I have been all week! Which sucks because its only the second week of uni and everyone else is partying!
On a more positive note I've lost my appetite and my weights dropped down to around 49 to 48kg. I can't believe it. I look like shit though so that kind of takes some of the joy away from the weight loss!
My skinny housemate has put on around 6kg and has massive thighs and a huge ass. It makes me laugh all the time, haha. However, she keeps coming home with food for me, cake, icecream, fast food. Im like thanks, but no thanks. Some people aren't very tactful, she knows i won't eat it.
I'm kind of at the stage of my eating problems where i dont know where to go from here. I'm entirely obsessed in a way that is just not healthy. I am very critical of myself and wish i could be thinner. But i just dont know if i can keep fighting to be lighter, its so tiring. Is being 45kg really worth all the pain and suffering?