Well my food plan is pointless at the minute because I'm poorly. I'mm having a bad bout of IBS, so eating is difficult, but I'm hungry so I'm sticking to my plan of "something" for lunch and dinner. For lunch it was half a bowl of pasta, with ketchup for some flavour but not too much for my stomach to handle.
I've lost weight though thanks to my IBS, so I don't mind too much. I mean, I mind the pain and everything, but the weight loss, that's welcome. 112.8lb, nearly 7stone something. I'm pretty much bang on 8stone. Which is better because I nearly reached 9 stone on Olanzapine and FREAKED. I'm still losing the weight gain, 105lb to 124lb in a matter of weeks. And Months later I'm struggling on to lose it again.
It's nice too to not be on the verge of "anorexic" but to be safely a couple decimal points under. I'm not in recovery for my eating disorder, I'll admit that. Whether I ever get better or not I don't know, but please don't criticise me. The main focus is my Dissociative Disorder, which is driving me batty.
They say it's within the setting of an Emotionally Unstable Personality, which means BPD. I disagree. I think my old diagnosis of just a dissociative identity disorder was maybe extreme but on the right tracks. I think they have changed it for purposes related to funding panels because my funding was denied.
###$ you funding cuts - and rich parents that won't pay out. ###$ you all.
I'm experiencing intrusive thoughts again, but not as severe as yesterday: although, they really want me to cut. REALLY want me to cut and made me buy a pencil sharpener earlier for the blades. I hate cutting. I hate the aftermath, I hate the blood, the pain everything....but someone inside of me gets something our of it: a release or something. Maybe they get kicks, I don't know. I'm going to try and sleep it off. I"ve just been told to hide the blades first.
I'm powerless. I want to live, and she doesn't. She wants to self destruct. *sigh*