I just recovered from a particularly nasty bout of flu that stripped me of a nice weekend and 3 kg of my bodyweight. I HATE being 36 fucking kilograms okay. For the past two days I've been lying in bed, just trying to find solace in sleep because being awake hurts. Friday I wasn't hungry at all, so I barely ate. Yesterday I guess my appetite grew a little bit stronger so I managed to down a bit of porridge. This morning I woke up feeling numb, but as I lay awake trying to get my bearings, I started to feel that familiar ache just under my chest. I patted my tummy, and I realised that my hipbones were sticking out, my ribs were showing through and I've got a hunch that my stomach's probably shriveled up to the size of my fist. I am so freaking disgusted with myself oh my god. I've also been dry-heaving because my stomach has nothing to cough up. Fevers are painful shit man.

Today is eat all you can day. I refuse to weigh as much as I used to 3 years ago.