Last night, I had a dream that I was grotesquely fat and I was staring at myself in a full length mirror. This hasn't been the first time I've had this dream either. It comes whenever I'm worrying that I'm getting fat.
For the past two years I've been obsessed with my weight, and I try to eat less than 1,000 calories a day. I dropped 20 pounds, which is good since I was overweight when I began, but now I'm starting to become boarder line between good weight and underweight. Any calorie I eat I'm already thinking up how much time I need to exercise it off or how long it will take for me to burn it off naturally.
My best friend and family worry on and off about me, though I try to eat more regularly now, even though I hate doing so because I fear that I'll gain weight. The only place I have any fat now is on my stomach, which isn't much, and that may still be baby fat since Mom kept hers until she was around my age.
Does this sound like the beginning of anorexia? I know I have eating problems, but I'm wondering if it's gotten to the point to be a disorder.