Well how do you know when to label yourself? When do you befriend the terrible three; the Insecure Ed, the Obsessive Ana, & the Vengeful Mia? When does a diet turn into this? Well I'm not here to fulfill your questions.
I'm here in this world of eating disorders wondering the exact same thing. When did 1000 calories seem to much? When did only 2 hours of running and weights make me feel lazy? I don't think I could map that out for you on a timeline. There is always that voice, who tells you you ate too much. Mia? Ana? Ed? oh any of them could. Ed will rear his ugly head booming in your ears "you're not good enough look at her, a gap between her thighs thats what your supposed to be" Ana will shout as you fill your plate "THIS WHOLE MEAL IS 245 CALORIES!" and mia, who seems sweet will whisper "sure have 3 hotdogs, we can get rid of them later, you'll be thin I promise."
Waking up and running to the scale will become a habit, it will make it or break your day. down one pound? up .4? it doesn't matter the number long as its less then the day before. You'll find your afraid to sleep because you know you've stopped moving, how much are you gaining?! fighting with tears running down your face not to let Mia win, and when she does knuckles deep your face in the porcelain throne. Your no where near your goal weight but what happens when you reach it?
I don't know, I'm in this.
I remember crying in dance class cause my belly stuck out (you know the cute toddler bellies) I remember purposely blowing sport tryouts so I wouldn't have to see how much better everyone looked better in the uniforms. I remember crying screaming and not being able to be heard, the blood draining and the cuts burning.
I've had a perfect childhood, no stories of abuse, rape, drugs, nothing. Its my own mind ruining me. I'm a recovered cutter, my bestfriend commited suicide and I've lost people to natural deaths like everyone else.
Welcome to the roller coaster called My Life.