I had been doing fine for four-plus years, and now my eating disorder has decided to come back and say hello. What. The. Fuck.
Wait it out, figuring I'm not going to starve myself to death and enjoying the resultant slight weight loss or seek help? I've always just waited it out before, but the trouble these days is that I'm the most active I've been in this half of my life, and I need food to support that.
This is certainly unpleasant.
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