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go eat some taco bell. probem solved.

Eat food.

ha, yeah. u dont even have to bother reading the whole post for this. Anorexic? eat food. next question!

Anorexia or suicide. Choose.
Either die right now or slowly, painfully, later.

Or,

Get help.

lol. my friend would say poetry. anyways….
i couldnt find the question.
anorexia is more mind over body. you have to will yourself to eat. not junk food coz your metabolism is broken and you will start gaining again. eat a healthy breakfast at least. your favourite fruit or something. even the smallest bit. if you cant will yourself. FORCE yourself.
if you find you cant force yourself to eat no matter what you try you need some serious help before you end up in hospital with sugar getting pumped into your blood

Hi there…dont worry abt these things so much!!!
Just stay calm and think about solution. All the problem has some solutions.
So just thing wht u can do.
There are lots of ways to solve.
So dont get tensed or think somethin’ else

hey…..if you have problem inside..just try talking with someone with your friends or anyone else.
Just let it out!!
Its u r mind, try to solve and change it.

You’ve done the hardest thing already: admitting that you have a problem. Now, make an appointment with your doctor and get this thing under control before it gets any worse. Otherwise your life will be miserable.

Also, don’t go by BMI. I’m 5′ 8″ and I weigh 11 stone 6, giving me a BMI of 24.1. According to you, this would be fat. But I weigh so much because I’m a cyclist and a runner and I work out a lot — it’s all muscle.

And as a fyi if you do go by BMI, the range between 18.5 and 25 is normal weight.

Cudos to you for recognising that anorexia could have you in its grip. Don’t let it take over and get help!!

When I was fourteen / fifteen I went through what you went through. I’m now almost seventeen and I’m better. I’ll give you a run down and if anything strikes you as something you want to find out about then just let me know. I’d really love to help you, because I know this is so hard and horrible, and no one deserves it. If you find this boring and think I’m babbling on, don’t worry XD

I have never been fat. When it started, I was nearly eight stone and five foot four. Skinny. Never dieted in my life.

I was fourteen when I got ill. Just a normal illness. No reason, I just woke up one morning and threw up. I’d not eaten so I retched stomach acid and burnt my nose and throat. It was horrible. After that I tried eating but all my food immediately came back up. My stomach was so unsettled I’d be sick four, five times in a row. I spent a lot of the day watching TV. An advert for some fast food place came on and just watching a person eat a burger made me start to be sick again. I felt so weak and helpless.
I hated food.

I refused to eat for the next eight days. I wasn’t sick anymore. I put the two together. Not eating = feeling okay. That’s not the kind of thing I would say. It was almost like there was a voice in my head, telling me food was the enemy. Not eating was the answer.

So for the next couple of months I didn’t eat. My parents asked me why; I said I still felt bad from when I was ill. They took me to the doctor. The doctor gave me pills. I took them anyway, even though I’d been lying about still feeling ill. I just didn’t care about my body anymore: a pill wasn’t food but it was edible. Maybe I was ‘allowed’ to eat it.

This started in October.. In January I collapsed in class at school. When I was carried to the medical room people started to notice how light I was. I got interrogated when I woke up, getting asked again and again why I was so thin. I said was ill. I said I was taking medication for it. My mum picked me up and took me home. I didn’t go back to school for a long time. I got referred to hospital.

Hospital did nothing. They couldn’t find out why anything was wrong with me. I told them I still felt ill and eating made it worse. I didn’t say I didn’t want to eat. I wasn’t hiding from what I was really doing in my head, but I didn’t want to admit the truth to anyone. That made it real.
You’re so strong to be able to see what you’re doing and admit it.

Being checked up on and spending all day doing nothing at home made it wore at first. It was like a competition, to see how skinny I *could* get it I tried. It had never been about losing weight at first, it had been about not eating = feeling okay. But my mind had become twisted towards weight loss. This is four months later. I was five foot four and a half, according to the hospital. According to the hospital, I was six and a half stone. According to me, I just wasn’t skinny enough. According to me, I ate two crackers at tea time and that was too much.

I only found out a couple of weeks ago when casually talking to my mum, but if I’d lost two more kilograms I would have been hospitalised. I would have been put on drip to be force fed and sent to a psychiatrist. Just two more kilograms.

*continued*

But then one night, when it was all getting too much, and I started to realise how screwed up I was becoming and how much I missed my old, healthy life, I locked myself in the bathroom with a bottle of bleach. I intended to drink it. I never did. I also started to realise that I was anorexic, ANOREXIC. I started to realise this wasn’t my doing, it was an illness. I it was an illness I could get better. I admitted something was wrong and started trying to make it right.

It was hard to eat at first, really hard. My stomach had shrunk and I just couldn’t take a lot of food without being sick. And I was so scared of being sick now. If I ever was I’d cry and have panic attacks. Being sick was my greatest fear. I was ill recently, just with a cold, but because everything tasted like cardboard I kinda stopped bothering with eating when I didn’t need to. First just snacks, then breakfast, then just eating one meal a day.. It reminded of just how hard it had been to start eating again all those months ago. I’ve been walking around with a rumbling stomach, with a small voice telling me it’s ‘cleansing’ to be hungry. Then I’d sink my teeth into some fast food and instinct would tell me how much better it was to be satisfied. We’re meant to eat, and that desire will eventually help you beat this. It’s good to eat.

If I had to give you any advice, like if I could go back and tell myself what not to do, I’d say this: Don’t read books, magazines or websites about other anorexics. Don’t watch documentaries. Don’t take note of everyone else’s weight and height and age… Don’t compare yourself. There’s only two things this does. If you’re ‘better’ than the person you’re comparing yourself to you feel proud of what you’ve done. If you’re ‘worse’, then you want to try even harder to be skinny. Neither of these are good.

I hope and pray you’ll get better.

It’s a pleasure, I know how horrible all this is and understanding the pain makes it even worse to see other people go through it. If you ever need someone to chat to just get in touch :)
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Fyi I don’t ‘get’ this site XD if you wanna talk I have myspace?
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Ah no! Facebook is my nemesis. Haha.
Okay, is there any way this site does private messages?
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Shouts aren’t private, but no one really reads them. Click the little megaphone next to someone’s name to send them a Shout.

Crazy stuff. i’m so reading all of yours :|

^_^

I don’t mind.

Haha, half of that didn’t send, the full version sounded less creepy XD
But…
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Right, I’m gonna quit the spam on this… constructive thoughts! :)