I had rented my former apartment for three years, three years, I was never late on rent ...... but since we didn't give 30 days notice we are basically screwed! And to make matters worse Chris went back with Alaina and gave himself only 5 days to pack our lives into boxes and return to SLC - he got overwhelmed and forgot to do important things like CLEAN. Lets just say our apartment needed TLC. If I were there I would have been able to get back our deposit. I would have had a game plan - help - but it is my fault that I wasn't there, that there was no game plan nor was there help for Chris. So there goes our deposit and then some because they "need" to replace the carpet which is INSANE!!! But again: my fault. Which leaves us here in SLC - with not a good rental history - a bill the size of Texas and no place to live. Thanks ED, you really out did yourself this time! Yet I still wish I were as sick as I was 3 1/2 weeks ago...... what is that?
Never happy. ED is having a field day with me lately. Food has always been an issue: moderation does not seem to be in my world lately. I either restrict restrict restrict or just eat eat eat and I truly hate myself for this. I can't just be in the middle. I have been gaining weight like it is going out of style. ED tells me "Danielle you need to eat that and that and that..... You know it tastes so good and besides you are a failure anyway....." I hate that in almost four weeks I have probably gained almost all the weight back. The re-feeding process sucks - everything just sticks to you like glue.... some days I swear I look 4 months along. I want to run back and hid behind my anorexia - it is so much "easier" that way ... or at least I am too messed up to realize how screwed up things really are. I do not know what I weigh but I know I am no longer under weight - no longer "sick" looking.
Why I wonder is it SO important for me to look sick? I have such a need for people to SEE how much I hurt. I believe that if I don't look like I am waisting away - emaciated - in pain - dead- that no one will believe me. I am horrified to tell someone that I "suffer from anorexia" because I look "normal" ..... I am no longer "tiny, thin, etc" I feel like they will mock me in private - never believing me when I say that a month ago I almost died twice from anorexia. Is this in my head? I don't know anymore ...... I know I was extremely sick a month ago ..... I did almost die twice ..... that for a month now I have been eating ........ does this make me a failure? ED thinks so. Ah ...... the exhausting journey to "healthy."