I've always been the way I am, at least for as long as I can remember. My mummy remembers longer, and says I was strange even as a toddler. Antisocial and abnormal. She's used to it now, and I think that might be why she turns a blind eye to me not eating. She definitely knows what I'm doing, because she's done it herself and one of her sisters is 80 pounds with rapidly deteriorating kidneys.
The thing is, I really don't care if I'm a psycho, or if anyone thinks I am. I actually don't care about that much at all about anything, except for myself. I know I'm fantastic. And I really don't care about your feelings. I'll totally talk to you if you need a shoulder to cry on, but you're going to have to wait until Lost is over.
Today, I ate: 1 bowl cereal measured (160), 1 cup coffee with half & half (15), 1 South Beach fiber bar (110), 1 salad (260), for a Total of 545. With exercise, I burned off about 350, so that makes a daily total of 195.
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