I got whisked off into [prison] the counselor's office today, credit to my English teacher. I told my teacher that I'm anorexic [because I am weakstupidfatuglyselfisharrogantweak], but I didn't tell my counselor [because I am a Winterboy]. [I deserve to go to prison] I am very thankful to have someone who cares; however, my diet still stands. No solid food until breakfast Wednesday, where I get [to overeat] to eat a cup of dry cornflakes (100).
Today, I am at...probably 10 calories...whatever my mints have. Not enough to matter. oh, well, it works perfectly. I am [starving] in control. I [hate myself] love it.
I will not overeat again, ever. I must control that urge. If I have to, I'll prepackage my daily meal into manageable and delicious portions. My favorite would be a chocolate chip cookie (100) and whole milk (113, but much less if I don't drink the slushy cookie/milk mixture that remains after I eat the cookie). If I can stay in control, I will be content.
Stay strong. Stay beautiful <3
Love,
Micah
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