Tuesday I could barely eat. Wednesday was a bit better, but by then, the pattern was set - I wasn't eating much. Thursday I weighed myself and discovered I was below 100 again.
Several months ago, hell, even several weeks ago, that would have thrilled me. This time, it struck fear in me.
Goddamnit, I had worked so hard to get over 100 and to accept it!
Unfortunately, I did start feeling thrilled when I hit 98 this morning. Then I panicked, got very pissed and decided, as I enter my second year of battling my ED, that anorexia was not going to kill me, that I am going to fight back.
I grabbed an Ensure and guzzled it down, thinking of the calories as healing medicine. It's a start.