Can totally relate!
The paranoia is ridiculous. I've also gained this week but I feel huge (stupid, really..."fat" isn't even a feeling, must remind myself over and over again). But I guess that proves how it really is an illness of the mind as well as the body; a healthy mind would feel pleased at taking a step closer to health. A disordered mind sees it as failure and thinness as an achievement.
You're right, Toto. Being ill as an achievement?
Just seems so silly when you look at it that way.
Not being able to focus on uni work is making me feel worse so I'm just going to leave it for now, do something relaxing...play guitar, watch a funny film...then come back to the work tomorrow with a clear head rather than dwell on the fact I'm staring furiously at a blank page.
I've hit this point several times, freaked out and relapsed.
Not this time. My life is worth more than that.
It may be driving me nuts now but one day I want to be able to say, "Yeah, I'm proud of myself."