Subversive Success

So, I saw my dietician today. Our "deal" from last week (which I was mainly forced into) was that I was going to start eating 1500 calories a day -- I've been eating between 500 and 650 -- or she would call my dad and say I needed to go back into treatment. Needless to say, I didn't plan for a second to increase my caloric intake by 1000 ghastly calories, but I consented in person. I can't believe she trusted me, as addicted as I am to this disease. Obviously, I lost weight over the week, and when I got weighed today she asked me if I had been following the 1500 calorie plan. I told her yes -- and she believed me. I was dumbfounded that she didn't even challenge my claim by asking for examples of what specifically I was eating (I'd planned a few daily menus to rattle off just in case). I know eventually she's bound to catch on, unless I start water-loading or hiding heavy items in my pockets, so I guess I'll have to do that in a couple weeks' time. She said that since my weight's gone down, I'm going to have to increase my calories again soon, but that she'd give me time to adjust physically and emotionally first.

I just can't believe anyone trusted me like that. And so blindly, too -- I "add" 1000 calories to my system and I don't even gain temporary water weight; I lose 3 pounds instead? Come on -- my body itself practically outed me. Still, I'm definitely not complaining. It's bought me some more time and I'm thankful for that. We'll see if my therapist buys it.