I've lost over twenty pounds in a short time and my boyfriend has been trying as hard as possible to help me mentally and physically. He is the only one in the world who I've told about my anorexia/bulimia and he had told me a few weeks ago that if I lost even one pound or started to go away from recovering, he was going to tell someone else so that I wouldn't kill myself with this (which is exactly what would have happened. I had told him a few months ago that I would rather die from losing weight than stay fat). So, I haven't weighed myself in about two weeks and he made me get on the scale the other night to see if I'd lost weight. I was so afraid that I had because he told me that if I had, then he was going to get on his cell phone and call the hospital to ask how soon I could get in (I'm malnourished and dehydrated most of the time, and I actually need to go to the hospital and get checked out, which would probably require me staying for a few days so they could fix a few things). So, I started crying and got really scared and he hugged me and told me he loved me and picked me up and set me on the scale. I GAINED A POUND!! We were so excited. Part of me wasn't, but I tried to ignore that because I need to gain weight. He hugged me so tight and was so proud of me. I'm so excited that I'm actually getting better after the past 8 years of this.
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