tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709375526155793906.post8370888198601816218..comments2023-10-23T14:50:26.376-04:00Comments on the struggle within: Bad dayZenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857291235181694200noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709375526155793906.post-67249652002348188242011-10-05T16:18:48.875-04:002011-10-05T16:18:48.875-04:00Thanks Eliza,
its funny the 84 really bothered me...Thanks Eliza, <br />its funny the 84 really bothered me, and I attributed all my tears to that but we also did B/P's and pulse rates and although mine were low ( lower then my classmates and medical standards) they were not low enough, as in what my AN lows were, its twisted but it made me "feel" fat, retarded that one can "feel" fat because of your B/P and pulse but I did...my obession with numbers goes far beyond my wieght...didnt realize how bad it was...Zenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03857291235181694200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709375526155793906.post-79720071705840697942011-10-05T08:56:34.621-04:002011-10-05T08:56:34.621-04:00Oh man. I relate to so much in this post I want to...Oh man. I relate to so much in this post I want to give you a hug :) Do not beat yourself up over an 84! Although, I get it. There is something about grades I think that taps into that weird obsession we (people with eating disorders) have with numbers. Forgive yourself.Elizahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13360382632125391442noreply@blogger.com