I ate lunch today. A nice lunch. With cheesecake for pudding. I feel accomplished, because I was struggling really badly this morning.

I skipped breakfast and then compulsively exercised. I didn't want to but I couldn't not stop, not even when my feet hurt so badly and I could barely stand straight, never mind run.

Oh, and then I had a panic attack on the bus, followed by an obscene text and another phone call from the people harassing me.

But, with...