Thanks for the replies, guys. I completely understand that, but the thing is: I'm not malnourished anymore, in fact I never have been significantly. I'm 6' and 10.5/11 stone (fluctuates a bit when I see the GP, God am I glad Mum doesn't let us have scales now!). You wouldn't know I was suffering from anything if you looked at me. amount of times I've been to the doctor or gym trainer about these issues and they've come back saying "you're fit and healthy, you're not going to have a heart attack" etc., I'm fairly sure I'll be a registered hypochondriac soon. So to me, this barrier is almost lack of willpower and laziness on my behalf. Why am I scared, why do I struggle to do something which would have been a breeze back in the day? It's that comparison with the past self, the past self who I used to loathe and consider inferior to others and now see almost as an ideal that bugs me as much as anything! I've tried for years to be someone else and now all I want is to be me again, whoever that is. O cruel irony.
Maybe I was stupid by letting myself be discharged from the service the moment I reached BMI 20, saying "I feel ready to give up the food diaries". The me presented at family meals beyond my parents is largely a cover-up to keep them from worrying too. So many lies, but what's it all for? The outside means nothing if the inside's still in pain.
All the same, I know it's dangerous thinking, always has been. It's just I've hit that fatal barrier of being a healthy weight, and therefore having no medical reason to carry on gaining therefore immediately making weight gain or any risks a no-no again : /
I should really be studying, barely done anything except fret since I got here. Don't want to screw up uni with this stupid deadly game of numbers and ratios, but it's like I fear the real person underneath it all...