The past 24 hours have probably been the hardest 24 hours in my life so far.

It is neither the hunger nor the lack of willpower, not even the constant presence of what you have to ignore – it is the complete physical and mental exhaustion that makes it so extremely painful.

That does not mean I am going to stop though.

I am really fucking scared that I might just break down in swimming lessons tomorrow. But I can’t skip school in the first week, can I?

Shit. I do not want to show my body and I do not want to eat, but I will have to do both tomorrow.