I have exactly one month before I get to force my body into a bathing suit, exposed for the whole world to see.  The day following, I will be then parading myself around in a dress pretending to look good.

Reading stories about anorexia nervosa do not actually frighten me.  It inspires me.  Oftentimes my mother has told me enough I'm too fat.  I'm sure they'll care if I end up with an eating disorder, so why don't I actually do it?  For one month I will record what I eat every day, reduce my caloric intake (as dramatically as I can without being horrendously obvious), and I'd better have lost five pounds by the end of this, whatever else may happen.

No purging.  Hell if I'm going to make myself throw up; it's bad enough a thing in of itself.

Breakfast:
- scissor rolls, 2
- margarine, 1 tsp
- orange juice, 1/4 cup
- coffee, 1 cup
- coffee cream
- white sugar, 1 tsp

Snack:
- rainbow sherbet, 1 scoop
- chocolate ice cream, 2 scoops

Lunch:
- Thai Peanut noodles, 1 bowl

Snack:
- frozen blueberries, 1 cup

Supper:
- rice, 1 cup
- honey garlic pork, 1 cup
- cauliflower, 2 cups
- strawberry ice cream, 1 tsp

Water: 3 cups