I have about an hour before I have to start the trek to my class. I go on foot now because my bike was stolen -- through no fault or irresponsibility of my own -- and I only just acquired the necessary funds to replace it. Hopefully I'll be able to do that today. It's not that I dislike walking; I quite enjoy it normally, and the weather's beautiful, but I'm just so cold nowadays and I don't have the energy to take it all in like I used to. I can objectively sense that the walk would be a pleasant experience if I were healthier, but everything's muddled and dazed through the foggy lens of anorexic existence.
I'm very tired. Not sleepy -- I have an awful time sleeping -- but exhausted. I expect this, of course, but that doesn't mean it doesn't suck. I've also started to grow lanugo. Not a lot, but a little bit on the back of my neck. I don't remember ever having lanugo before, but I'm not too worried. I still get my period, which amazes me. In fact, I'm on it right now. Oversharing? I really don't care. I figure as long as I can still menstruate, I can't be that unhealthy. I did get some labs done on Tuesday, though. Fingers crossed for those to come back all right. My body's still incredibly resilient after all these years. I'm lucky. Not that I haven't had minor health problems directly caused by anorexia -- but nothing to create permanent damage.
Did some calculations last night, and I have roughly the same BMI as Christian Bale in "The Machinist." If you'd like a visual. I'm wary of posting photos of myself that show my face (for privacy reasons), though that might change.
Well, I'm going to get cracking on the whole making-myself-presentable-enough-for-class thing. Later.
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