My doctor calls it disordered eating. My therapist called it anorexia with bulimic tendencies. My parents don't understand what it is at all. I call it control. I'm a calorie restricter, a laxie addict, a sometimes puker, a sometimes former cutter, a writer, a sister, a fuck-up of a daughter, but I'm never, ever, just me.
Monday, July 30
Body fat percentage
So I did a little hit of research, and it turns out my body fat percentage is 23.86%. That means I am about thirty pounds of fat and 95 pounds of everything else. So my long lived dream of returning to the weight my disorder developed at --68 pounds in sixth grade-- will be entirely unattainable, without cutting off a limb or two. I think ideally I would like to have 12% body fat, which is in the slimmest category. That would put me at 105 ish. Snazzy.
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