I'm so frustrated right now, I have no idea what to do. I went to work today, my second day back since I had surgery (breast reduction). While at work for breakfast and lunch I had about 870 calories (and that's with overestimating what I had, it's probably more between 700 and 800). After having my surgery I find that I tire very very easily, so by the time I got home at 6 all I could do was lay down and sleep. I've now woken up at 10 and it just feels like the eating disorder monster has taken over my head.
I know my weigh-in is tomorrow, and I'd love love love to be in the 180's instead of 190's, and being the idiot that I am I jumped on the scale now and I'm at 190.8. I know that if I don't eat anything else tonight I'll definetely be down into the 180's by tomorrow when I weigh in, or at least down to 190, but my tummy is growling. I don't want to start that pattern, if I don't eat tonight I'm not going to eat next Tuesday night before weigh in, and then it's gonna move into not eating the Monday and Tuesday before weigh in, etc etc. But I have this stupid little voice in my head that's telling me that if I do eat I'm going to gain weight, or at least not lose, and be this big fat failure.
I'm also worried that if I eat tonight it's going to end up in a binge and then my weigh in is completely shot. And then I have thoughts of just drinking juice to get my calories up, but that's not normal eating either! You'd think after 4 years of trying to recover from this freakin demon (with many many failed attempts) I would have at some point learned how to just eat normally.
I guess all I can do is try to convince myself that supper is ok, and it's not going to make me gain a zillion pounds, and if it does it's not the end of the world, but that's so hard to believe when you're so used to living on the belief that the number on the scale should dictate everything that happens in your life.
I guess I'm just looking for some support here, hearing myself say it's ok to eat is just never enough because then I get that stupid voice in my head that tells me I'm being stupid and weak and eating is never ok for me.
Thanks for listening to my rambles!

I of course didn't expect someone to have the magical fix to my problem, but it always helps to know that there are people who understand what's happening. My boyfriend could see that something was wrong last night, but there was no way I could talk to him about it, he just doesn't get it. 