I still have another 22lbs to go before I can even think about being happy. It is difficult sometimes, the last time i went to visit my parents my Mother put oil all over the cous cous she was cooking and i freaked out. My older sister (who uses headbands as belts) treated me like a crazy person for not wanting to eat it. Also, i almost had a breakdown in a health food shop in front of my friends because there was too much choice in the shop and it was making me very confused. So i think people know that I have some food issues, i do my best to hide the way that i feel, but I think the downfall of that is sometimes I eat things just to fit in; just to seem normal. Then when i'm on my own I feel really bad about it.
I haven't been doing nearly as much exercise as I should be doing recently. But i've been crazily busy at uni. I quite like detatching myself from everyone and knowing that i won't have to worry about what anyone else thinks about my eating. I know other people might think i isolate myself, but i like it. That is something that they just don't understand.
I'll be eating dinner tomorrow with my parents and i can only hope all my good work is not destroyed by being in their company.