E.D. Updates

OK, so as you know, I'm out of treatment, away from friends and family (not my choice), and therefore, due to lack of support, free to sink to the depths of my eating disorders.  

After losing a bunch of weight while I was homeless, I'm back to being a fatty. I'm becoming more of a compulsive binge eater than anything else, which freaks me the fuck out.  Like, seriously.  I've never been in a position where I just could NOT physically purge after a binge.  That's where I am like all the time now.  

This morning I ate a pancakes with the old folks, then I snuck out to the convenience store and bought a dozen donuts and a bag of chocolate candies for way cheap and ate those, only to find that I was completely unable to puke.  So.. That's like 6,000 calories that I can't get rid of.  Yay. 

I could lie to myself and say I won't eat for the rest of the day, but I know I will, even though I literally just ate THREE days worth of food and it's not even 10am.  

I have to go to work, but I'll write more later.

How I Live Now, Bedroom Orgasm Edition.

Okie. 

So I'm gonna show you where I'm living now! I have picturessss!!! So the first thing u need to know is that the farmhouse is REALLY small and so my bedroom is REALLY REALLY REALLY small. It literally almost cannot fit a bed. So I've been researching good ways to decorate small one window bedrooms to make them look cute and stylish.  

So I will show u these pictures I researched and I'll show you my actual room.  

But first, I'll show you my ideal bedroom. 

This is the MONEY bedroom for me. The painted white brick wall, the clean white bed sheets, the bed next to the window, OMG ORGASM! I want to live here. Like NOW. 

THIS reminds me of when I lived in NYC. I wish I could transform my current bedroom into this! But seriously, NO. There's SOME potential in this room, but not that much! 

On to reality.

This is my granny-style bedroom:

WHOA, right?? Keep in mind, it was decorated by a 78 year old woman, so it suits her style perfectly.

Not mine. 

Anyway, the old folks said I'm free to change anything I want and they actually used the word "update" and since they hope I'll stay, they really r encouraging me to make this room mine. They even said they'd pay for some of it!

So I started looking for some ideas. I only really chose bedrooms that are laid out sort of like this one, bc that only made good sense to me. Why choose an inspiration that's near impossible, right?? So here are some of the ideas I found: 

Any of them would be a big change, right?? Well... Which one do you like??? I want to get started soon bc I'm tired of living in a dreary granny room! But I don't know which room to choose! They are all so perfect!!!! Which do you think?? I'm so excited!!! :D help help!! :) :) :) :) :) 

Update

In case you've been wondering, I left treatment.

Ok, I got kicked out. 

I got kicked out because I was purging and yelling and fighting and cutting up my arms and "fostering a toxic and triggering environment among patients."  So that's that.

I was living in a hotel for a while. I was jobless and homeless for a while. My mom took me back in for a while (against "bottom line" intervention agreement) and then threw me out when the rest of the family stopped talking to her. 

Since then, I've worked at a laundromat, a gas station, a cafe, and a party store. At separate times, of course.  I've lived in more hotels, in a car, on the street.  I couldn't afford food, I lost weight quickly.  I actually got down to 130! It was amazing to feel actually good about myself again! 

^me at 130.

Currently, I'm renting a bedroom in southwest Virginia from a nice old couple who live on a farm.  I work on the farm to pay my stay and I work at a quick stop convenience store for extra cash to get back on my feet. 

I'm binging and purging on a regular basis. It's not as bad as it's been in the past, but into worse than its been for a while. I spend too much money on binge food.  Sometimes I binge and do not purge...

I've gained weight since my living situation changed. I don't feel comfortable disclosing my weight, but let it be known that the numbers DO put me slightly back in the overweight category.

Obviously, I'm kind of a hot mess.

^ me, now, on the farm with the owners' grandson.

^me, singing karaoke at a bar in the "downtown" scene (which is pretty pathetic in terms of most downtown scenes, but it IS  southwest VA-- think real, actual Hicksville...)

I have no contact with my family. Not my choice. 

I've been trying to contact old friends, but everyone is treating me like I'm the plague... 

I'm alone and lonely and sick and depressed (no $ for my antidepressants). 

This is how I live now.