Greenchica, I am incredibly flattered, and I kiss you upon the hand on bended knee!
Awamz, the "competitive" element of anorexia is a prevalent one, especially with those in the early stages. Have you been suffering long?
Whilst I eat my prawn cocktail salad from Marks and Spencer for >100 kcals, and see my sister down a rustlers burger, I used to have catty thoughts of "how dare you put that in your body! THE MG OF FAT! THE CALORIES!" But now, I think nothing of it.
I am sadly still at the point in my life where I gauge things daily. like step-by-step.
Life is not like that. You cannot gauge things like a set of stairs. I might weigh 100lbs one day and 96 another, then 104 another day. Does man 43 on the train see me on monday and think "what a skinny dude!" then on tuesday balk in disgust, saying "What a fatso!"....
er, no!
Think of life more like a flowing river than a staircase. So what if a person eats ten burgers one day. One day is a mere droplet in the ocean that is their lifetime. And moreover, it is like the petrol poured into a car.
How ludicrous does it sound that a man and his wife go on safari - and they keep a diary. They visit the plains of Africa, the lush forests, the local civilisations. The diary reads: Today we used one gallon of petrol. Tomorrow I hope we only use half a gallon of petrol. DAY TWO: Oh MY GOD. WE USED TWO GALLONS. Tomorrow I'm not going to drive anywhere in case we use a gallon of petrol. DAY THREE: We only used half a gallon of petrol. Thank god for that. DAY FOUR: We used a gallon of petrol. I'm sickened at the thought.
How stupid does that sound? For all the amazing sights and sounds to see on a wonderous trip of life, to focus on the fuel for the journey?