Oh I am better now. Not sick with Ana, just a bout of an illness that wouldn't go away called pity. I love myself enough to starve myself. I wish I could cut it all away. I just ate with my kids. Now I want to go in the bathroom and chuck. But I won't. I love my kids too much. They might hear me and I intend to never let them know what lies beneath my skin. FAT. Tommorow I fast on my own concoction of lemon juice and maple syrup and water for at least four days. LOL. I will float on air by Saturday and feel a hundred pounds lighter by Monday. I can't wait.