I feel so much more...normal today. I mean not normal like other people are 'normal' I mean normal for me.
I've had 190 calories, I've still got to have dinner but I can stay under 400 for the day. My friend at college knows I don't really eat, I mean she doesn't know how bad it used to be but she knows and she isn't nagging me about it or anything which makes it easier to socialise at college.
I sent a letter to my psych about 2 really big secrets. One I've told one other person, one I've never told anyone. Except now I don't want to go to my appointment...the appointment isn't until 8th April so might change my mind. I don't know.
I feel like this mild level of depression I feel at the moment is comfortable, familiar. I'm not despairing I'm just not happy. I don't like the happy me. I say to many things, I am too loud, I can't predict myself.
This evening I'm going to a free theatre performance with my mum. It is for Amnesty International and about women. It is only an hour long but it'll be nice to go out and I haven't spent any time with my mum in quite a while.
It is mid-March, I'm not wearing a proper coat any more just a jacket over my cardigan. However I have chilblaines on my toes :(