Tips to get through cravings

Most of these I've probably posted before. Oh well.

• Find a time consuming hobby (drawing, sports, sewing)
• Practice hygiene (brush your hair/teeth/bathe/shower)
• Put salt or mustard on your tongue
• do a 30 second plank
• put on shorts and a tank top and look in the mirror
• Drink a bottle of water as fast as you can
• Do jumping jacks 
• Snap a rubber band on your wrist anytime you think about food
• Listen to some good music and try writing
• Work on your blog/get on facebook
• Look at bathing suits, summer vaca is coming up
• Warm tea

Worlds of Daffodils

That's my favourite flower.

I'll be 18 in 502 days as of right now.

I found this song due to my obsession with Jeff the Killer and it really sums up my mother and I's relationship:

If you don't feel like listening, the main part I identify with:

"You lie silent there before me

Your tears may mean nothing to me now

The wind howling at the window

The Love you never gave

I give to you

Really don't deserve it

But now there's nothing you can do

So sleep in your only memory of me

My dearest mother

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes (goodbye)

It was always you that I despised

I don't feel enough for you to cry (oh well)

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes (goodbye)"

My mother and sister are going to Arkansas to visit my brother, who is back from Afghanistan, and I am supposed to go, but the physical ache I feel prevents me from even thinking about it. I am physically terrified to leave the house because I am so self-conscious of my body and how grotesque I feel. I honest to G-d feel morbidly obese, when I look in the mirror I see a 300 pound girl, and I feel all the fat on me--I feel the fat inside of me; 

I don't remember what I look like anymore, all I see is fat and hatred. 

For some reason my disorder has focused some of my obsession onto Jeff the Killer (drawing him), my brain obviously isn't able to handle the constant self-belittlement and needed another outlet/distraction and so I draw him--all the time. For hours. All night, and half of the day because he's the only thing I can draw and drawing is the only thing that brings solace.   

My sleeping is awful, insomnia has taken its hold on me; I want so badly to be normal, I want so badly to understand how people eat without having mental breakdowns afterwards. How are there people that don't hate themselves? How are there people who don't feel or think this way? 

I don't get it, because it seems like this is all there ever is, was, or will be for me--this freaking disorder that makes me neither skinny nor fat but only enlarges my perception of everyone and myself as well as destroying my self-esteem to the point that I feel sorry for everyone who even has to look at me. I feel sorry for my love because he doesn't deserve me, a disgusting shit. I don't even deserve to die, I just shouldn't even exist, I'm nothing but a waste of space and growing anxiety.

I'm annoying and I complain too much; I'm depressed and I don't even know why anymore; 

Is this the normal psyche for a sufferer with an ED? I feel like a freak, I feel like other girls with EDs are skinny, beautiful and happier--and that they'd all make fun of me for being so outlandishly weird and over dramatic. I'm too fat to have an ED, so worse yet I feel like everyone wants to just scream at me that it is all in my head and I'm making it up. 

Heh, no

You'd think it would be beneficial and motivating to have a mother that wants to lose weight, because it keeps you triggered and she is less likely to stop you from starving/over exercising, but... it is more like...it's making me suicidal

So she bought this soy protein powder so we can make shakes and we both had one for breakfast and it is not like I was planning on eating anything for the rest of the day until dinner (which of course, I cannot lie, I binged on spinach salad and pizza pockets) when she goes:

"And you know these things are so filling you probably won't even need to eat again today; look, I have only drunk half and I'm already full, and I have not even eaten yet today, you even had that banana earlier." 

(my glass already being empty)

ARARRGGH

You're fatter than me you condescending little ball of putrid stinking ugly blubber!

(that ugly bit makes me feel a bit guilty..)

You may be 5 pounds lighter than me, and you may have lost 17 pounds over the course of a year

but you are literally 4 TIMES my size, and that is just your boobs! 

STOP PATRONIZING ME LIKE YOU HAVE ALL THE SECRETS TO WEIGHT LOSS NO ONE CAN SEE THAT 17 POUND LOSS SO STOP MENTIONING IT LIKE YOU'RE SOME VICTORIA SECRET MODEL ALL OF THE SUDDEN

It is so infuriating because if I did not already have an eating disorder, then she'd harass me until her dying breath just to ensure I get one 

She talks about being "worried" because my sister looks underweight and has had anorexia in the past but she brings it up all the time like it's a fucking accomplishment.

AUGH

no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-NO

I don't need you reminding me coke has calories and lots of sugar so I should drink water instead

I don't need you reminding me I should try to only eat once a day and that I eat too much

I don't need you reminding me to take an adderall so that I don't eat today

I DON'T NEED YOU TELLING ME FUCKING TIPS THAT WOULD GIVE ANYONE AN EATING DISORDER THAT I ALREADY KNOW AND DO SUBCONSCIOUSLY  

but.. thanks for the pills, gum and laxatives mum, you're a freaking doll xxx

I am so SICK of my eating disorder not being taken seriously or even noticed because my own mother and sister have one. I am so SICK of being fat.

I don't want to be toned. I don't want a cute butt, lean thighs or ripped abs. I don't want guys to look at me. I don't want girls to be envious. I don't want to be ALIVE.

I want to be emaciated

frail

bones

i want blue lips, pale skin, and I want to be so thin people are scared to touch me; look at me

I want to disappear because there is too freaking much of me

I want to starve because I feel like punching myself and cutting myself every time I feel my clothes rub me the wrong way and it reminds me that I'm fat or when the scale is too high or when I can feel the fat inside of me, the feeling of being full, the freaking awful feeling....

I don't freaking care about stupid bikinis

or sexy costumes

or hot boys

or cute little black dresses

I want to STARVE and be surrounded by people that accept that without becoming the HUMAN MANIFESTATION OF ANOREXIA HERSELF

UGH why can't I just sleep until I am bones