Yesterday began my second recovery from anorexia. I relapsed not very long ago. It was my boyfriend, Kasey who saved me from digging myself a new and deeper hole this time. Nobody ever made me feel so worth something. I had to get better.
I hope I haven't horribly damaged my metabolism again just yet.
I did good with eating today. I ate a human amount and didn't really track calories that obsessively. Everything I ate was relatively healthy, too.
Yesterday was so nice. Kasey came over and we just played xbox games for a few hours. We played Mortal Kombat and he kicked my a** and called me names for button-smashing. We played Techno Kitteh Adventure and this other indie game. We played Saint's Row III. It was all so fun. I sucked at everything since the only game system I really have is a Wii and a DS Lite. He said it was entertaining to watch me suck, though.
I love that man so much. I could lay on his tummy and watch him play Skyrim or anything forever. I could do just about anything happily if I can lay on Kasey's tummy.
He is my reason to recover. To get healthy. I want to be healthy because another year I'm alive, another year I have with him. Another year I'm not obsessing over food, another year my depression won't rub off on Kasey.
He's so beautiful...
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