Hmm. My friends talked to the school counsellor about me, she talked to me. She told all my teachers about my current situation with my parents. my form tutor told my mother, I had to lie to her for weeks. ( So much for confidential).
By the way when they hospitalized me I was 50 kilos, not 54. I said 2 kilos more than now, I meant less. Sorry bout that. It is still not a weight low enough to worry anyone.
About eating properly: I don't eat junk, but I do drink diet coke and chew a lot of gum. I get enough fruit and veg, probably not enough protein, and milk and other dairy products give me excema. I know I didn't spell that right.
About the bone pain, I have abused my body in many ways in the past. The osteopath said to me I was the least flexible teenager he had met in his 30 years of working as an osteopath, Two of my cervical vertebraes have some weird calcification thing going on, My coccix is slightly out of alignment with the rest of my body due to a riding accident when I was eight, at one point i had bad knees. That's just the bones.
My whole family has anemia so it's logical that I should have it too, but I refuse to have a blood test becacause of my unreasonable fear of needles (I have also missed a few injections because of this). I don't take my magnesium and zinc pills my mother says I should take because of my vegetarian diet.
I self injure, be it hitting myself or cutting and burning myself, silly things like that.
I have a jaw on the brink of dislocation, apparently due to a heredetary disorder where I clench my jaw in my sleep to relieve stress, and was forbidden by the specialist to: have chocoalte, cheese and caffeine after midday, not eat things like apples, nuts, hard candies or anything that could put unecessary stress on my jaw, give "little kisses", if I smoke not to smoke, etc.
I have terirble insomnia which apparently worsens the jaw thing.
I could but won't go on because it sounds like I'm just fishing for attention or soemthing like that. Basically what I meant is I don't take very good care of my body, and I will only live once and would rather leave a pretty carcass than a healthy one. I know it sounds reckless, and immature, but when we die we are forever percieved the way we were when we died. I don't want to die ugly and be forever ugly.
I guess I just want to fix the outside, because the inside is harder to repair. I won't go to a doctor, and that's the main reason I joined these forums. I know I should be eating healthier and that's what I'm trying... But being a teenager... I don't know. It seems far more appealing to do what I used to do; lose weight quickly ad unhealthily than take care of myself and maybe not get the kind of weight loss that I want.
My goal of 101 pounds: It isn't a strict goal. If I am happy with myself before I reach my goal I will stop losing weight. I only set this goal because it seemed doable, not too thin, not too fat. I am finding it harder to lsoe wieght this time though.
WOW I ramble so much... ever so sorry. If you've read this far, congratulate yourslef with a cookie or something
or... you know, a piece of fruit.