Woo hoo, I've got a cold! My oh-so-adoring boyfriend started complaining about not feeling well and bam! The next day we both woke up congested, irritable, and too miserable to even get up and find the remote for the cable box. We spent all day in a vegetative state watching Animal Planet. On the plus side, I don't feel much like eating. That's a dangerous path for me to travel, considering my history with EDs, but I'm too tired to care. I've done nothing for the past two days but lay in bed, sneeze, watch TV, read, and snarl at anyone who comes within four feet of me. I'm fully expecting men in white coats to walk through the door armed with a chair and a dart gun loaded with a sedative. Next time the Boy complains about feeling sick, I'm chasing him out of the room with a can of Lysol.

Good news though! I splurged and ordered a scale this week! It should be delivered within the next two weeks or so, and then I can keep track of my weight at home. Maybe being able to see the numbers fluctuate will help keep me motivated. I just have to be careful not to fall into any of the ED traps I used to. Can't wait though!