I recently came home from treatment and I am living with my parents again. I am miserable at their home and I feel like they are rather quickly, tearing my dreams to pieces. My food is out of control. Eating 3 to 4 bowls of cereal in the morning and then not eating lunch or my snacks and having a small dinner. My body image is screwed up. I don't know if I'm gaining weight or losing weight. My body doesn't feel right. I am very depressed and I can't break the cycle. I asked my parents to put a lock on the cereal cabinet and my mom said "put these in their too she got to them also" how mean. I guess I am just lonely here and feeling very lost. I wish I had more control over my life right now because my food would look much better. I also wish I had never gained that 25-30lbs over the past 16 months and I was still underweight. Everyday I punish myself for gaining weight. I don't even want to go to an OA meeting tonight because I am so embarrassed. How pathetic am I?
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