really?

I'm in "recovery" and so far I'm lost 1.4 pounds. But shhh, don't tell. I'm not supposed to know my weight. My dietician wants me to not have access to a scale. She says the scale will fuel my eating disorder. Even though I know she is right, I don't care. My grandma can take her scale out of the bathroom (which she forgot to do yesterday), but it won't matter since I have my own. *insert evil smiley face here* I have actually been eating less than I was before "recovery". Ha. What a joke this is. I'm going to keep losing weight. They can't stop me. I'm still too fat for inpatient. I'm still EDNOS, so who gives a fuck?
I went for a walk/run today since it was 69 degrees outside. Super nice. I don't even know if I'm allowed to exercise. I don't care if I'm not supposed to. I'm going to do it anyways. I did last night and I did today. Fuck being fat. I want to be skinny.
Wow. So I realize that I am sounding like a total bitch. I kinda am so I guess it fits.
I don't know what else to say. Night.