Diet. Binge. Puke. Repeat.

"The scales show 47 kg. I am proud of this accomplishment, but when I look in the mirror, I still don't like what I see. I could still lose some fat here and there. I look at myself with resistance. Even though I managed to reach fortysomething, I am far from satisfied. Each lost kilogram uncovers more of my faults. Looking in the mirror makes me want to cry. I am desperate to slim down, but I don't have the strength to lose any more weight. The daily fainting fits. The overeating sessions followed by the monstrous, painful vomiting that takes ages as it happens more and more frequently that the food refuses to come out. I vomit blood and my throat and gullet burn. My stomach aches. My teeth are changing, they are becoming glassy and yellowish. My hair is thinning. Nevertheless, all of this is not enough for me to consider changing my ways."