I am, that is.
I've been working out every day. Eating healthy, single serving meals.
Binged and purged after lunch and didn't go to eat dinner today, though.
I gotta say, the only feeling comparable to the release of emotion when my fingers are down my throat and I'm gagging on a large chunk of undigested food is the feeling of my legs aching and my lungs burning when I'm running at six in the morning in twenty degree weather.
And I like it when my legs feel strong. I like it when I feel like I've accomplished something.
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