So I plucked up the courage to have dinner with my boyfriend after a whole day of contemplation. I made jacket potatoes, salad and tuna mayo – all things I felt happy to eat.
I asked my boyfiend if he wanted any toast with his dinner (as I wanted a small slice too) to which he replied ‘no, got too many calories on my plate as it is’ well.. I’m probably just overreacting. It was a harmless comment and he wasn’t thinking.
Needless to say I went straight upstairs to take some laxatives.
I just want to go and jog now.
Or eat and make myself vomit and take more laxatives.