This picture has nothing to do with the post., I googled “stock photo” and thought this one was pretty.
Last night, I only exercised for an hour. About half an hour in, my ankle started to hurt like crazy, but I knew I couldn’t stop before an hour, so I pushed through it. After, I hobbled over to bed.
I actually slept very well last night, which was great!
Today I’ve mostly binged and purged. Oh, and I keep soiling myself. This, ladies and gentlemen, is why you don’t abuse laxatives.
In about an hour, my dad gets home from work and we’re having a family dinner. Yay…
In other news, my mom and I were watching The Vicar of Dibley earlier and the vicar was invited to consecutive Christmas lunches and very full and sick by the end (because, you know, no one on tv knows how to say things like, “Oh, I’m already attending a Christmas lunch”) and while watching the scene of the second lunch, I mentioned to my mom that this type of situation is when it would come in hand being bulimic. She laughed and said she’d thought the same thing, but didn’t know if it’d be appropriate to say anything.
I’m very, very nauseous from all the laxatives. Then, I noticed I needed a new bottle, but couldn’t remember where I hid the rest of my laxatives. I ended up searching all over my room hoping they hadn’t been found by someone and discarded. Luckily (unluckily?) I did find them.
Tonight, I’m going to eat the obligatory Father’s Day meal, purge, and then probably work out until bedtime. Yeah, I’m living the life.