Maybe I am in bed at the moment having a slight tantrum. Maybe. I just left my warm comfortable bed to get away from my husband.
I was crying, scared about in patient. I needed him. He's too tired.
I saw my nemesis, and stepped on up. I flipped off the scale when I discovered my weight. I will reweigh in the morning, I just drank a lot of liquid and ate a small meal.
I heard back from the treatment center. They were ready to admit me as early as next week. I old her I was thinking more along the lines if thanks giving. That repulsive sick holiday. I loathe it. Loathe. It.
So my admittance day is November 15. 10:30 am. I just read the email. And am freaking out, if you can't tell.
Rules. Phone calls. I have to eat 100% of meals?!? I can't even wear my beautiful wedding ring. I have to share a bathroom? Gross. Swim suit is mandatory.
I want to cut right now. I won't, maybe. Ugh. No. Yes. Why not? Who cares.
On the more positive note, I ran 5 miles today!!!!!!!!!! Yahooooo.
I promise I'll be more level headed next post
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