Apparently the overuse of my bike has finally gotten to my body. I stood up (after resting for about half an hour) and my whole body was ridiculously sore and stiff. Especially the thigh parts of my body.
Walking to the bathroom, I felt like I needed a cane. Or like…maybe an electric scooter?
Don’t fail me now, body. I only have one more week to abuse you. (Hmm, that sounded weird when I actually typed it out…)
a2eternity 
No, I totally get you. I fear the day when my therapist finally says…so…about the fact you don’t eat…and I am compelled to do it.
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Ugh, I’m not going to have a choice in a week, I’ll be eating all my meals and snacks in treatment, and I won’t be able to use my laxatives or diet pills, and I won’t be able to exercise. Well, I can technically find ways to exercise…anyway…my point is, I’m about to have EVERYTHING stripped away. I feel naked just thinking about it.
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But it’s a good thing that you are doing, isn’t it?
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If by what I’m doing you mean overexercising and ignoring my body when it tells me to stop, I’m TOLD no, but I don’t really believe them.
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