Morning darlings.

I had an amazing time at that party on Thursday night. I met this really nice guy, but I don't know if anything will happen with us, living in different cities makes meeting pretty hard haha. We have been texting since; though I'm sure he only wants to use me for sex and nothing more so I don't know what I'm getting excited about.
I went out last night as well, but I didn't drink much because I was too hungover from Thursday. All this going out and drinking and walking and genuinely forgetting to even think about eating, has helped me lose a bit of weight. I'm still not at my mini goal for Monday, but I'm close so hopefully if I don't fuck it up over the weekend it will be okay.

My mum got her x-ray results back (she didn't even tell me I just overheard her telling my sister on the phone - like am I seriously that small a part of my family that I don't deserve to hear whether or not my mum could be dying?) but they came back okay. There's a tiny irregularity in the way her rib healed, but it's fine they say they don't even need to operate. Thank you to everyone who was wishing for her health.

I went to therapy yesterday. He didn't even mention the purging, I'm quite glad, I wasn't ready for him to try and 'cure' this eating stuff yet. He diagnosed social anxieties and finally told me I was depressed, rather than 'chronic low mood' that he was saying before instead. I don't know why having it labelled makes me feel so much better, but I just feel less pathetic. Especially the social anxieties, I never mentioned anything about that to him, it's not something I ever even thought was a problem. I assumed I just an awkward freak. So I guess it's nice to at least have a name for my craziness.

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend.
Take care.