She stepped on the scale again. It was lower than the day before. Down to 110 pounds, she slowly got off the scale and went to look for food to eat. She knew that it was not good to go without food. With the refrigerator wide open, she stood there pondering what she should eat. After pondering the idea, she closed the door. She just couldn’t do it. She wanted to but didn’t have the desire.
Back to bed she went. Shutting out the world around her was all she could handle. All she could do was cry. She had hoped it was all a bad nightmare in which she could wake up and everything would be okay. Hours later from her sleep, the same crisis remained. Nothing had changed. Continue reading