Today, I’m cold. I sit on my hands, hoping that the couch and my butt can keep them a little more warm than they currently are, and I excitedly tell my therapist that after I’ve finally downloaded that app we’ve been discussing for a couple of weeks. I know that I've lost a lot of weight in two days, but it’s probably just weird midweek fluctuation. And I’m fine. I have energy! I’m even working out. Yes, Chris, I’m eating more to accommodate for whatever calories I burn while working out. I’m fine.
Hovering between life and death and malnourishment, wondering if physics and chemistry could allow some wiggle room if you decided in the middle that you didn't want to fall anymore.