Hitting nine and a half stones now puts me at a BMI of 21; making me technically weight-restored as of today!
So technically - though the kernel of the disorder resides in my mind, giving me doubts, this has been a two-year PHYSICAL recovery journey now reached it's end! Two years of aching, striving, but I am weight-restored... and happier than I've ever been. Though I cannot unlearn the horrid habits, the constant counting, and though my bones are utterly shot (worse than a 90 year old man), I would like to explain it like this -
All those horrid things I did to myself, the worst parts of the disorder - I've buried them and I have no intention of digging them back up. It's just right now, I return now and again to visit the grave!
In time, I'll learn to live without visiting that headstone to make myself remember those things; they can do nothing positive for me now.
Onwards and upwards for all of you!!