So it's been a while since I've been able to eat anything and keep it down. Today was the day. I just don't understand why I feel so bad about it. Why should someone feel bad about eating. I had to pinky promise my roommate that I would keep this meal down. I feel pathetic. On top of all this, I feel like I've gained weight... even though I know full well I haven't I just don't understand why something that is a biological need is so F***** hard. It's so frustrating. I'm not losing faith I just don't know how to handle situations like this. I went for a walk and cleared my head. Just mentally I feel like a wreck. I made progress but I don't feel good about it.
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