I have reached GOAL WEIGHT #1!!!!!!!!! I woke up this morning and the scale said 85 lbs!!! I couldn't be happier. Well, yes I could. Five more lbs. Ten? When is it ever enough? The scale says 85 so why do I still feel like a fat cow? Why do I want to be bones? Because bones are beautiful. Does everyone think bones are beautiful? Or is just the disordered? Is it too early to be thinking about this? this is constant. Besides my boyfriend, this is pretty much all I think about. Food, eating, not eating, sex, love, starvation, exercise, sex, love, weight, lbs, sex, love... etc etc etc etc etc... whoa.