Update

So, last weekend I decided that I've had enough of this eating disorder bullshit and really decided to start kicking it's ass. Sometime before I fell off the bed and onto some exercise stuff in the middle of the night on Saturday (yeah...that's a completely different story, lol) I had a discussion with someone that made me change my thinking. I'm happy to report that I'm no longer giving Anorexia the power to control me. But, I'm not too happy about the numbers on the scale. However, they aren't keeping me from eating. I have been exercising, but I'm not overdoing it. I got a 50% scholarship to the YMCA and I've been jogging on the track and playing in the fitness room. My main concern is toning my belly flab from having babies. Anyway, I'm at 104lbs according to MY scale. And the nutritionist said she'd be happy with me weighing between 105 and 110, more on the upside of 110 though. She said once I get there she would feel comfortable with me exercising. Oh well, I beat her to it and I don't care. So, I'm glad that I've decided to tell Anorexia that it can go back from where it came from...but the scale is still very anxiety provoking to me and although I don't like the numbers creeping up, I do realize that they have to...for my health.