I honestly cannot say whether I am relieved or dissappointed that I have managed to maintain the same weight for about a week. That's a really big deal, whether it's good or bad. I just finished reading a book called "Next to Nothing" one on girl's account of anorexia. It was very good, better than I thought it would be, so I'm glad about that. I still have to say, nothing beats the book "Wasted" though.

I was going to try having three small meals today...instead of freaking out late at night, wondering whether I should eat or not. I thought, maybe if I plan today out...I can be healthy AND lose weight. Pfft, who am I kidding.

Anyway, I had a slice of bread for breakfast, skipped lunch because I couldn't handle it and chickened out. I had an apple and a handful of cereal around eleven tonight. I guess I'm doing okay though. Well, not really. But at least I'm not getting smaller. I'm really depressed about that, you know? I need to stop weighing myself because when I see the numbers aren't going down, basically my day is ruined.