One of the first things my dad did when we were all sitting down in the living room was take my BMI. He asked for my waist mesurments, my height, and my weight. And then he proceeded to sit there and tell me I was underweight. It was all I could do to not to cry. He's trying to help, I understand. But this is not help.

He's bought a bunch of food since then and has told me, "this is what you're having for dinner tonight, this is your snack." It's like being in a hospital being forced to eat, but so far I haven't had any of what he's given me, so whatever. I've had a piece of cheese and half of a slimfast drink today, and I'm planning on having some more.

Anyway, what I was getting at was that last night made me self concious, upset, and out of control...I think that's why, after having nothing to eat all day yesterday, as soon as everyone was in bed, I found a box of crackers and proceeded to eat all of them and the throw up. I'm trying to think about this so I can track what caused me to binge and purge so I can get a handle on this. Anyway, I'm typing on the run, so I'll probably post later tonight.