How to survive.

I feel quite alright now a days. I can eat and enjoy the food at the same time. Me and my boyfriend cook food every day, good food. It's gluten-free, sugar-free and yeast-free... My boyfriend is crazy about food, he absolutely love it. And as many other anorexia- fuck up's I don't see that as a problem because I really don't care what's on my table partners plates. I can even say to him if I eat more than him or if he's eating less then usual "Are you sick, have some more. You need to eat"... quite funny aye? What I do to him, is what I HATE people do to me.
Every day, more or less... I keep telling myself that it is okay to eat up to 1500 kcal's/ day without any harm done.

Yesterday I told my boyfriend about how I chosen to live my life, with anorexia.
You see, I think I'll never get rid of my anorexia, bodily maybe but not mentally. So I'll learn to live with it... as I've told you readers before. Because everyday is a struggle against anorexia. But one day you'll run out of power to keep this battle going. I realized that I forgot everything about life, only thing that existed was me and my anorexia. So since that day I now everyday live my life, I will not let anorexia kill my days.
I have to learn to live with my disease, I need to control my anorexia... I refuse to be controlled.

Have fun, make it fun. Don't force yourselves! Go swim, go hike, take your bike, in lines along with some friends. Adopt a dog and help yourself and the dog to get a better life. I'm an animal rights-activist and if there's one thing you should do... it's to adopt a dog or any other homeless loveless piece of earthling. They need you and you need them. Animals have saved my life before and they will always be a big part of my life.
I got myself a new tattoo, two weeks ago. "Who is the ALF ?" on the back of my lower leg. (ALF = Animal Liberation Front) I now have 8 tattoos. A new way to feel nice pain, burns...

Now I'll wake up my slugabed to boyfriend, and our dog who also happens to be glued to the mattress and pillows... and I'll make myself some coffeeeee!
Oh, by the way... speaking of coffee 5 of 8 tattoos is on my hands. At my right hand, at my right hand FU fingers middle piece. I have a cup of coffee and above it there's a skull  who drops a tear down in the coffee... why do I have this? Well, my kidneys and my liver is scarred for life because of my lifestyle I've lived for many many years now. And every time I have a cup (more like five cups) of coffee, it hurts... But coffee is something I just cant resist. Black, strong and rich! (No I'm not talking about men I talk only about coffee... 4 real.)