<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:27:03.355Z</updated><title type='text'>Pure ANA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-2626813758911531330</id><published>2009-10-06T09:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:15:16.267+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How fast?</title><content type='html'>Please, I need your honest opinion: Is it possible to lose 5 kg / 11 lbs in 45 days? What will I need to do to lose so much that fast? Is a deficit of 500 cals per day enough?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-2626813758911531330?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/2626813758911531330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=2626813758911531330&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2626813758911531330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2626813758911531330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-fast.html' title='How fast?'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-6285186095011954834</id><published>2009-09-30T11:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:43:54.544+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't feel like losing.</title><content type='html'>I don't feel like losing. I am eating very little but still it feels too much. But i can't cut it further down because I won't be able to do all my sports. Nevertheless I feel so guilty everytime something passes my lips. Even when it's just a cup of a 50 cal Cappucchino or a Red Bull Sugarfree. That's all I had so far - and I already rode my bike for about an hour. I will ride it again for half an hour during lunch break and another hour in the evening. Then I'll go for a jog at for an hour, too. Once again I'm training off about 1.200 cals. My body needs 1.000 cals to maintain. 2.200 cals would make me maintain my weight, everything below will make me lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it doesn't feel like I am doing it right. It feels like failing all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had three cookies, alltogether 500 cals. Nevertheless I lost 100 g over night. I am now at 52.7 kg (116 lbs). I want to reach 43. So almost 9 kg to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I've reached 48 I can meet people like my gorgeous friend again. 48 was the weight she saw me with. I can't meet her with more fat on my hips. I'd prefer to meet her again when I am even below 48. I wish I was 43 now, I wish I'd look pale and skinny, and we'd meet then. And she'd say "You look scary thin and sick". I would be so proud of myself. But reaching 43 will take ages...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-6285186095011954834?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/6285186095011954834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=6285186095011954834&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/6285186095011954834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/6285186095011954834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-feel-like-losing.html' title='I don&apos;t feel like losing.'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-8421441242524224746</id><published>2009-09-29T08:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:49:29.039+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How fast will I lose?</title><content type='html'>I'm back at cutting down my intake to a very low amount of cals. 500 to 600 is the absolute max. I am training off about 800 cals by biking to work everyday. And I am running as often as possible, at least 5 times a week, which adds 300 burned cals to my daily usage of cals. About 1.000 cals is what my body needs for maintenance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.800 to 2.100 needed&lt;br /&gt;600 cals consumed&lt;br /&gt;= 1.200 to 1.500 negative calorie balance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fast will I lose when I go on like this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-8421441242524224746?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/8421441242524224746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=8421441242524224746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/8421441242524224746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/8421441242524224746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-fast-will-i-lose.html' title='How fast will I lose?'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-7195241342428283195</id><published>2009-09-28T10:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T10:57:30.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>You know I am fat. I know I am fat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the friend who's the perfect edition of me. The one I try to avoid as long as I am fat and ugly and so far away from my goal. She lives about 350 km away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, at "lunchbreak", I was walking along the shopping street close to my workplace. &lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I saw her. On my side of the street, approaching me. I instantly put down my head, crossed the street, but I probably stared at her for a while, not believing what I was seeing, from a distance of about 20 metres. I am not sure if she saw me, she didn't call my name, followed me and texted me or something. But probably she did. Very probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing was: I WAS EATING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why could this happen? She here, in my town, at the exact same time at the exact same place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw away the food. Had about 300 cals so far today. Trained of 400 already by biking 20 kilometers to work, will train off another 400 by riding home and another 300 by running for about 45 minutes. Nevertheless I won't eat anything more today. What I already ate feels like a stone inside my stomach. I wish I could purge it. I can't since I am at work. I hate myself for being so weak and eat. I hate myself for allwoing myself to be seen eating. I hate myself for letting me grow that fat. I hate myself for almost crashing into my best friend and let her see what a fat bitch I am. I HATE me for everything I am and do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't eat anything more today. I won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-7195241342428283195?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/7195241342428283195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=7195241342428283195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/7195241342428283195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/7195241342428283195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/09/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-4629624738315698115</id><published>2009-09-27T20:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:44:48.687+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A good day</title><content type='html'>It's unbelievable, but I had a good day. Almost 2000 cals more burned than consumed. I love 5 h roadbike rides and an hour of running early in the morning at half past six. Two times I was close to buy chocolate today, but in the end I was both times able to withstand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So week tow is starting tomorrow. Week two of finally being in control again. Slowly the "Ana Feeling" is coming back. I lost the fear of food, I always felt guilty after eating, but I lost the fear. And I lost the feeling for what is too much and what is ok. I got everything back now. And I could embrace the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll really make it to 45 before Christmas. Maybe I might even be able to reach 42 by then. 42 - that would be a BMI of 16.8. Much better than my friend (you know, the one who is my idol, who is just perfect) who is at 17.6. 44 kg would make me 17.6. So I must get below that. Goal adjusted to 42. Let's go there, fat bitch. Make yourself happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-4629624738315698115?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/4629624738315698115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=4629624738315698115&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/4629624738315698115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/4629624738315698115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-day.html' title='A good day'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-7742550489622803312</id><published>2009-09-24T14:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:54:31.551+01:00</updated><title type='text'>when everything's perfect - but you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://statics.mangaka.de/mangakade/bilder/beautifulpanther/47884/incomplete_and_not_perfect_orig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px" alt="" src="http://statics.mangaka.de/mangakade/bilder/beautifulpanther/47884/incomplete_and_not_perfect_orig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything's fuckin' perfect: i'm deeply in love, i am deeply loved, i've brilliant friends, i got a nice flat, i've a job and get payed every month, i can afford my little luxury. but i don't fit in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;everytime someone tells me "you're stunning", "what you do is awesome", or "you're pretty" i can only take it as a lie. not a mean one, though. a kind one, to spirit me, to make me happy, to calm me down. but nevertheless a lie. the reason? i feel ugly. uglier than the ugliest person on earth. i am the most ugliest of them all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i define myself by my body and weight. every kilo less makes me "better", allows me a little more to accept and believe what others say, accept and believe it's true what they say - and not a lie. now i am fat, now i hate myself, now i can't believe that anyone else can love me while i am disgusted by my appearance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep inside i know that my body image might be distorted. that my definition of "beautiful" probably doesn't fit everyone else's. but i also know that i cannot become happy with how and what i currently am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48 would be awesome for a start. i remember weighing 48 kilos. i looked "ok". not gorgeous, still chubby, but not as fat as now. 45 would be the next step. the last time i weighed 45 kilos was when i was 14, i guess; 17 years ago. final goal would be 42. the number must appear flawless on the scale. 40 might look even better. or 39. fuck, 39. i am fantasizing. stop. i'd never make it to 39. utopistic. but 48. 45. 42. that might work. it must work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-7742550489622803312?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/7742550489622803312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=7742550489622803312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/7742550489622803312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/7742550489622803312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-everythings-perfect-but-you.html' title='when everything&apos;s perfect - but you'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-7690195292799929109</id><published>2009-06-28T21:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:40:35.839+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Rules</title><content type='html'>- do not eat before 2 p.m. &lt;br /&gt;- do not eat after 10 p.m. &lt;br /&gt;- do not eat more than 150 cals at once &lt;br /&gt;- do not eat more often than once every two hours &lt;br /&gt;- do not eat fat at all &lt;br /&gt;- do not eat sugar, except fruit sugar &lt;br /&gt;- do not eat chocolate in any form or shape, no matter what &lt;br /&gt;- do not have yoghurt drinks - they won't fill your stomach, are consumed to fast, have large amount of cals, and come in too big sizes &lt;br /&gt;- do not eat dairy products with more than 0,1 % fat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- eat fruit / drink diet coke to tame your sweet tooth &lt;br /&gt;- eat vegetables to fill your stomach &lt;br /&gt;- eat meat only if necessary; get your protein from dairy products &lt;br /&gt;- drink 0.2 litres of water before every meal &lt;br /&gt;- drink 2 litres of pure water everyday &lt;br /&gt;- drink 2 cups of nettle tea to dehydrate and detox every day &lt;br /&gt;- drink 1 - 2 sugarfree energy drinks every day to keep your metabolism high &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- excercise for at least an hour everyday (running, biking) &lt;br /&gt;- do 100 situps every day before going to work &lt;br /&gt;- try to be in motion as often as possible, even if it's just swinging your foot &lt;br /&gt;- do not take public transport, but go everywhere by bike or foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the first weigh in (at PAM's Café - Thin for summer competition) after the competition started. I am quite scared because I really was too often too weak last week. This is why I created my new rules. The upcoming days must be better, my weight loss at the next weigh in must be much more than this time. I really hope to get down to 50 (and maybe even below) within the next 8 days. This MUST be doable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-7690195292799929109?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/7690195292799929109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=7690195292799929109&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/7690195292799929109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/7690195292799929109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-rules.html' title='New Rules'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-2986837442429426402</id><published>2009-06-25T12:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:40:34.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SkNiIWyD0TI/AAAAAAAAAEg/i-7oiaqOJv0/s1600-h/bounty-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351228677940302130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SkNiIWyD0TI/AAAAAAAAAEg/i-7oiaqOJv0/s200/bounty-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had chocolate today. 267 fricking cals. I hate me. Day 3 and I get weak. It's half past 1 pm and I already used up 80 % of my intake for today. Hardly 200 cals left. So this will be a long afternoon and evening, it seems! Going for a bike ride after work though. When everything works out as planned this will burn off 720 cals. I also could run the same route as yesterday which would add another 600 + cals to the amount of excercised of cals. Additionally being "on the move" the whole evening will keep me from stuffing my face with even more food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really, really difficult right now to withstand the temptation to just shop a huge mass of chocolate and eat it within minutes. I am such a fat pig...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-2986837442429426402?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/2986837442429426402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=2986837442429426402&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2986837442429426402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2986837442429426402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SkNiIWyD0TI/AAAAAAAAAEg/i-7oiaqOJv0/s72-c/bounty-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-4072814343276780535</id><published>2009-06-24T10:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:32:16.459+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Day</title><content type='html'>It's the second day of my personal challenge now. Got support from some lovely girls (especially from P., who made me an awesome food plan) and still feel like I really could do it. I don't eat before 2 p.m., which really makes it easier for me to control my intake. If I crave something earlier (like today), I drink Pepsi light / Coke Zero, tea, or water or have a Tic Tac or sugarfree chewing gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big amount of caffeine keeps my metab high, additionally I am doing a lot of excercising (biking, running, situps).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eat fruit, vegetables and fat free milk products like cottage cheese and yoghurt for having enough protein in my meals to be able to go on excercising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My calorie intake is varies between 0 (one fasting day a week) and 800 cals. This variation also is good for your metabolism and stops it from slowing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always trying to stay below the max cals per day, though. That allows me to have an "extra snack" in the evening sometimes when I got "spare cals" to use up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday is weigh in. I won't step on the scale before that day. I hope I see a change then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-4072814343276780535?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/4072814343276780535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=4072814343276780535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/4072814343276780535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/4072814343276780535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/06/second-day.html' title='Second Day'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-7749267830394757360</id><published>2009-06-22T19:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:25:50.689+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting all over: A challenge is to come</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;_I want to be thin, very thin&lt;br /&gt;_25 inch jeans should look loose&lt;br /&gt;_I want to be skinnier than my friend Y.&lt;br /&gt;_I want to get rid off most of my body fat&lt;br /&gt;_I want to have pencil legs&lt;br /&gt;_I want a stick figure&lt;br /&gt;_I want to see sinews and muscles under my skin&lt;br /&gt;_I want people to notice that I get less and less&lt;br /&gt;_I want people to see and say that I am thin&lt;br /&gt;_I want a huge gab between my thighs&lt;br /&gt;_I want a sharp edged face&lt;br /&gt;_I want to be able to live on oxygen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to start a challenge. A serious one. Someone's gonna up to join? Lose as many pounds as possible. I'm at 116 now. By the end of July I want to be 105 max. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-7749267830394757360?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/7749267830394757360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=7749267830394757360&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/7749267830394757360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/7749267830394757360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/06/starting-all-over-challenge-is-to-come.html' title='Starting all over: A challenge is to come'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-6301245630849443158</id><published>2009-06-21T19:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:31:15.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I would do anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I would do anything to be thin. Anything. I'd take any med that supports weightloss. Ephedrinee - don't care about if it's dangerous. I'd take drugs. Junkies are always tiny. I've seen these speed queens and cocaine ladies in the tube stations and in dark corners. They've pencil legs and stick figures. I want that, too. And I'd do anything for it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tried all these otc drugs. Hoodia, Trimspa. Whatever. Nothing really helped losing weight. Restricting, Fasting, Excercising, sure. But I thought these drugs would increase and speed up the weight loss. Nothing happened. Nothing worked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally want a real, a working weight loss drug. No matter if it's healthy or dangerous - it must just work! That's all I want from it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-6301245630849443158?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/6301245630849443158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=6301245630849443158&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/6301245630849443158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/6301245630849443158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-would-do-anything.html' title='I would do anything'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-1992709982686942536</id><published>2009-06-17T18:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:20:53.669+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Please help! So desperate! Need advice!</title><content type='html'>I really need help! I got an email from a friend today. Actually she wanted to cheer me up, but the whole thing went into a completely different direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First some background info: My friend is a recovered anorexic of my age. She's 1,72m tall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to cheer me up by telling me the following story of which I give you an excerpt now: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[...] Probably I'll never have a "normal" body image and I am still proud that I am thin. I have no problem with cooking and eating - but I also have no problem with not eating from time to time. My comfortable weight is at 52 kilos. I don't need less, but if it gets more, woe me! Then I feel fat again. It's weird, but I know I'll never ever get rid off that fear again. I just learned to live with it. Sometimes it's easy, sometimes it's not, but I never want to weigh 45 kilos again.[...]" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF? 52 kg (114 lbs) at 1,72 m (5'6 ft)? &lt;br /&gt;50 kg (110 lbs) is what I am forced to weigh in every fricking therapy I made! &lt;br /&gt;And I am 5'2 ft!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really shocked. I mean I know she's thin. I know she's much thinner than I am. But when I read the number today, it hit me like a hammer. If I want to be comparable to her I must weigh 40 kg (88 lbs). And I really must be that thin. I MUST be. There's no way around it and there's no comment or advice that will keep me from this idea. It might be dangerous, because I want to lose as fast as possible. I know that. And I know that I might gain that weight back as fast as I lost it. Please don't tell me that it is not neccessary to lose this much this fast, please don't tell me that it is dangerous, please don't tell me things like that. I know all this. I know the dangers, I know the risks, I know that this weight is low and that it's not healthy and all that sh*t. But I am determined. There's nothing that can erase this idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I need your help. Please help me. &lt;br /&gt;I am 110 lbs now - how long do you think will it take to get down to 88? &lt;br /&gt;Will restricting and doing sports be enough? &lt;br /&gt;How many cals would you suggest to lose as fast as possible? &lt;br /&gt;Is fasting the ultimate solution? &lt;br /&gt;I should set interim goals - which steps are plausible / doable? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I once was there. I was even below that weight. But it took me sooooo long to get there. It took ages to get down to 70 lbs. I don't want it to take ages to get down to 88 lbs. I know that losing fast is not the best way to lose. But I have no other choice. I can't wait anylonger. I don't know what I do when I stay fat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me. I am desperate. I don't think I can do it alone. &lt;br /&gt;I can't stand being that fat anymore. This fricking therapy screwed everything up. I can't go on like this. I really need your help. Please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-1992709982686942536?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/1992709982686942536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=1992709982686942536&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/1992709982686942536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/1992709982686942536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/06/please-help-so-desperate-need-advice.html' title='Please help! So desperate! Need advice!'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-2450631063475310332</id><published>2009-06-17T12:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:33:39.574+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The magic number: 41</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SjjUi0UOu_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/a3-i-d0crkY/s1600-h/0525medium_533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348258252126600178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SjjUi0UOu_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/a3-i-d0crkY/s320/0525medium_533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am at 53 kg right now. This is the weight the therapists want me to see with. And stay with. It's not the weight I feel ok with. What a surprise. My plan is to get down to 41. 41 kg is a number I can take. 41 is "ok". But 41 is also far far away. 48 was the lowest I was at last summer. And it was really hard work and needed a lot of willpower and strength. I don't know if I could do that again - and then go even further. But starting the whole idea by doubting is a bad start. So I just plan. Plan to drop to 41 kg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please help me stay strong. I need to get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-2450631063475310332?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/2450631063475310332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=2450631063475310332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2450631063475310332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2450631063475310332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/06/magic-number-41.html' title='The magic number: 41'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SjjUi0UOu_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/a3-i-d0crkY/s72-c/0525medium_533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-3991105590315081733</id><published>2009-06-10T16:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:21:27.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sorry guys for leaving you for such a long time. Had a really bad spring. In all these years with Ana I never felt so desperate and lonely and hopeless like earlier this year. It went straight downwards from late March and "ended" with my attempt to end my life. After taking huge amounts of pills and making endless cuts on my arms, legs, belly, I "luckily" woke up in an hospital bed, intravenous drips in my arms, a sore throat, headaches and lots and lots of patches on my skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today I do not know if I should be happy with the result, if I should be happy that I am still alive. I still don't know if my story took the better turn by "going on" instead of "ending". Will I ever?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But now that I am here, I have to deal with it - for now. So here we go again, reset, restart all over again. The battle begins, eight kilos have to go. As fast as possible. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-3991105590315081733?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/3991105590315081733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=3991105590315081733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3991105590315081733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3991105590315081733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/06/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-565804519838452896</id><published>2009-01-25T16:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:01:44.535Z</updated><title type='text'>450</title><content type='html'>I can't bear being in my flat anymore. Being sick sucks. So I take a walk outside. Through the dirty side of town. In no time my mind starts wandering. And of course soon after its journey ends at food. I had 450 cals today (in the form of apples and low fat cottage cheese). 450 cals. Woohoo. Massive. Twice as much as yesterday, ten times as much as during my "best days". For a few seconds my brain flares up: "450 cals - that's what 'normal' people have for breakfast only! That's a quarter of a 'normal person's' intake!" I am almost to recognize that I fear for no reason to gain much from this "binge", there she comes around the corner. This strange girl with this huge gap between her thighs, looking awesome, drop dead gorgeous. I'd kill for her legs. 450 get's gigantic again. How could I even only for a minute think that 450 would be only roughly ok? Suddenly stick figures everywhere. 150 joggers passing by. Me lazy fatass didn't even get on the bike today for 20 minutes. Absolutely no excercising. Nothing. Nothing but 450 cals. I am panicking, hiding deep under my hood, rushing home. I feel even more sick when I climbed the fourth floor. Dizzy. Breathless. Anyway, no time for being wimpy. No time for being ill. 450 cals. Must burned off. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-565804519838452896?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/565804519838452896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=565804519838452896&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/565804519838452896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/565804519838452896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/01/450.html' title='450'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-3329350522668799765</id><published>2009-01-24T21:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:10:00.495Z</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am sick. Cold. Fever. Everything. 260 cals intake today. 500 burned off by bking and situps. I just can't stop excercising even when I am ill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow I'll meet my friend. The one I told you about. The friend who did not reply to emails. She called me like eight times and finally I picked up the phone and talked to her. She was busy travelling through the whole country (she's working like everywhere these days) and hadn't access to her email account every day. Anyway, she stops by here on Sunday and we will meet. She cried on the phone yesterday because she was so scared I could... end all this... and she wasn't there for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am strangly afraid of seing her. Like at our first meeting because she is so beautiful and thin and I am not. I always tend to feel like the uggly duckling next to her. There's always this huge discrepance between loving to have her around (since she literally is the ONLY ONE who ever understood and I really love her as a friend) and feeling bad after meeting her because at some point I always start thinking "Why can't I be more like her?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a weird situation in the office on Friday: We're three people in one room, a man, two women. The other girl said that she trained for 45 minutes on the ergo bike the evening before and the boy said (funny): "Yes, I already wanted to tell you that you look thinner!". I answered (also as a joke): "I am training like hell every f*cking day and you never told me that I look thin!". Both replied: "You're already a stick figure anyway. There is nothing to lose. And if you would lose, we wouln't tell you our congrats, but send you to hospital."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the bathroom straight afterwards to look in the mirror - and still there was this fat monster. I wonder how blind people can be to see me thin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-3329350522668799765?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/3329350522668799765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=3329350522668799765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3329350522668799765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3329350522668799765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/01/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-377654848836083597</id><published>2009-01-22T11:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:16:48.510Z</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who wrote comments in the last days. This weeks was extremely difficult for me, don't really know what got me so down, but it feels it's getting better again. I am better at restricting now, no binge eating anymore, the craving is controlable. I wasn't on the treadmill this week so far, but I sat daily on my bike trainer for at least 100 minutes which burned between 870 cals and 1.210 each time. With the situps in the morning I am between 900 and 1.240 daily. So not so really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am back on my treadmill, and on Friday I plan a long bike training session. My bf is not at home so I can spend the night on the trainer and plan to do 200 mins (1.730 cals).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan concerning the food is to stick to cottage cheese and apples and broth with occasionally vegetables (broccoli, cauliflower, and carrotts). I try to vary the amount, though, to keep my metabolism high, and drink two energy drinks a day (sugarfree).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do hope I finally lose now. I mean I &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; my jeans getting more loose, but the weight on the scale doesn't go down. I know it's probably due to gaining muscles, but I really need to see a "good" number...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-377654848836083597?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/377654848836083597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=377654848836083597&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/377654848836083597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/377654848836083597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-6917632705441070445</id><published>2009-01-21T13:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:34:26.069Z</updated><title type='text'>Can't think clearly</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I feel so out of control. It's the worst feeling ever. I am so afraid of fricking gaining.... I don't know what happened to me. Where all the will power has gone to. I remember the days when I was strong enough to just not eat. But I can't even can get through a one day fast these days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How can you all do it?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just can't stay away from food. And even if it's "good" food, like apples and cottage cheese, both have no fat and little calories and apples even take almost the same amount of cals they contain to be digested - it just scares the hell out of me. Nevertheless I can't stop!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So wtf am I doing wrong? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's wrong with me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I first thought it's because of the inreased training I do to get in shape for the race in May. I mean during the 100 minutes on the Minoura trainer I burn about 850 cals. This almost equals what I eat. My body needs 1200 cals to maintain. So even if I ate 1.000 cals - would that still be a negative balance? I mean, I know the numbers, I can calculate, but it still feels as if I eat too much to lose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eat 1.000&lt;br /&gt;Burn of 850&lt;br /&gt;= 250 remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body needs 1.200&lt;br /&gt;I eat 1.000&lt;br /&gt;equals - 200&lt;br /&gt;Also minus 850 of training&lt;br /&gt;equals - 950???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a negative balance, haven't I?&lt;br /&gt;Actually yes... BUT I HAVE EATEN 1.000 CALORIES!!&lt;br /&gt;That's way, way, way, way too much! I should only eat 400 cals. Or a max of 500 cals. I mean I can't lose weight by eating 800 cals a day!! How should that work out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally fucked up. I can't think clearly anymore. I am sooo afraid of not losing weight. It totally driving me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be like you... who just don't eat. I can't. I simply can't make me stop eating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-6917632705441070445?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/6917632705441070445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=6917632705441070445&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/6917632705441070445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/6917632705441070445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/01/cant-think-clearly.html' title='Can&apos;t think clearly'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-3632106255413671267</id><published>2009-01-20T20:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:32:44.535Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXY04v_fk4I/AAAAAAAAADw/IdVcADzpuPM/s1600-h/cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXY04v_fk4I/AAAAAAAAADw/IdVcADzpuPM/s200/cut.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293476561580692354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A cut can't stop me from eating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Cutting is not enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-3632106255413671267?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/3632106255413671267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=3632106255413671267&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3632106255413671267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3632106255413671267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_20.html' title='...'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXY04v_fk4I/AAAAAAAAADw/IdVcADzpuPM/s72-c/cut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-5040450048728520686</id><published>2009-01-19T15:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:56:23.215Z</updated><title type='text'>Getting serious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y163/skater_punk_freak/thNoReason.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y163/skater_punk_freak/thNoReason.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2.000 cal binge. I am dead. Going to the gym in half an hour. Running for at least 45 mins on the treadmill. 270 cals burned by biking. The treadmill should do another 400. Still too little. I am sure I wake up fat tomorrow morning. I am a weak bitch. Felt it coming yesterday already. 1.300 cals burned on Sunday by biking. Very little food: 520 cals, mostly in apples. Craving as hell. Resisted. Today I fell for it. Chocolate. No chance. I hate myself. I am a fat fuck and this will never change. I had a goal to reach today. But I don't even dare to get close to a scale. Why can't I stay strong anymore? Why is all strength gone? What has happened to me? I need to lose all that fricking fat!!! I am not worth to be here. I will stay away from this blog until I finally reached 49 kilos. I will not allow myself to have support or fun or anything good until I got rid off that damn fat! Wish me luck. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-5040450048728520686?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/5040450048728520686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=5040450048728520686&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/5040450048728520686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/5040450048728520686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-serious.html' title='Getting serious'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-2778742011371818642</id><published>2009-01-16T07:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:01:02.975Z</updated><title type='text'>Hate / Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i555.photobucket.com/albums/jj466/kalehanne/amy5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px" alt="" src="http://i555.photobucket.com/albums/jj466/kalehanne/amy5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I write a blog on a woman magazine's website since quite some years. This is also were I met the woman who now caused me a lot of sorrow and anger. Who I thought to be my best friend until she left me - see the whole story some posts below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut a long story short: She left a comment there. She didn't reply to my email for another week, then left for vacation, but now posted a comment on my blog: "You know where to find me. I am looking forward to you!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am totally confused. I am angry and excited at the same time. Probably because I still like her a lot. Nevertheless my head tells me that I should get rid off her because of the way she treated me. And my gut feeling says I should stick with her because she is/was so important for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-2778742011371818642?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/2778742011371818642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=2778742011371818642&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2778742011371818642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2778742011371818642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/01/hate-love.html' title='Hate / Love'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-2527340989614634508</id><published>2009-01-15T15:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:31:41.899Z</updated><title type='text'>Remember?</title><content type='html'>Remeber the friend who did not reply to my emails and then, after about two weeks finally sent an answer? Her email was kind, she said things like "she always will be my friend, it would be not me who has to say 'sorry' but her because she did not reply quickly, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I answered her again a day later, which was Jan 11th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening another friend told me - casually - that she is off on vacation from today (Jan 15th) on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I was lied to. I mean if I would go on vacation and wouldn't be able to check and reply my emails for a whole week I'd try to answer at least the important messages before I take off. She probably did, too! But mine wasn't among them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels a bit like "How could I have been so stupid and naive to believe her what she said after she kept me waiting for two f*cking weeks? Now you see how important your friendship is to her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I am no longer depressed about the whole issue, but "pissed to the bone". I told her my inner thoughts, I told her I loved her, I begged her for forgiveness, really got down on my knees, felt extremely guilty, and now she is paying me back! Which, by the way, would be ok if she hadn't lied to me just a couple of days before by saying how important I still am for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously - O B V I O U S L Y - I am not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Officially" she didn't even tell me she was on vacation, but is leaving me without any note for another f*cking week! Damn, I am sooooo angry! This whole story has definitely come to an end at this point. I will never again disgrace myself again by dropping her another line begging for friendship. This is over. She is not worth it, this is what I know by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely pissed off. Additionally and out of frustration and anger I had 534 cals in form of chocolate today. Consciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into a shop during my break at work, bought a pocket knife (Victorinox Soldier, Swiss Army Knife), waited till my colleagues left for lunch break, rolled up my sleeves and made two new cuts, one on each arm, right here in the office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-2527340989614634508?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/2527340989614634508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=2527340989614634508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2527340989614634508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2527340989614634508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/01/remember.html' title='Remember?'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-1954393633258465626</id><published>2009-01-14T14:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:58:51.036Z</updated><title type='text'>Will I ever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.livenews.com.au/static/articles/61581/F_61581_obese-woman_g_320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://www.livenews.com.au/static/articles/61581/F_61581_obese-woman_g_320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did the worst I could do yesterday. I stepped on the scale. I know I always weigh more when I got my period. And it was evening, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got what I deserved: 51 kg / 112,4 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;I could cry all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am losing way too slow. I wish the pounds would just fall off me. Tomorrow 111, the day after tomorrow 110, then 109, 108, 107, ... 95, 94, 93, 92.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way is soooo long until I reach my UGW: 92 lbs / 42 kg. It's 20 lbs / 9 kg to lose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead of pushing myself to see the result very fast I am failure every day. I eat way too much to be able to lose fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember back in summer I lived on diet coke and 4 apples a day - while running every day for 40 mins and biking everyday for 40 minutes. It appears to me that I lost many kilos in no time - but maybe this is just my memory tricking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was that thin again: Bony shoulders, jeans in size xxs, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look in the mirror nowadays all I see is a fatass who cannot stop eating like 800 cals everyday. How should I ever lose with that big intake? Even with all the jogging and biking I'll never get down to 42 kilos. I'll never get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-1954393633258465626?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/1954393633258465626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=1954393633258465626&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/1954393633258465626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/1954393633258465626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/01/will-i-ever.html' title='Will I ever?'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-6682791479730508829</id><published>2009-01-13T09:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:08:43.375Z</updated><title type='text'>New plan: Fight the Binge! Your opinions, please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Since I had huge trouble lately fighting the binging/craving I thought of a new food plan and wanted to hear your honest opinions on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a)&lt;/strong&gt; Do you think it's too many cals / too little variation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b)&lt;/strong&gt; Do you think I can lose weight with this plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c)&lt;/strong&gt; If so, how fast do you think can I lose with this plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d)&lt;/strong&gt; Your suggestions to improve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(max per day; Saturday: broth fast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A.M.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups of coffee (30 cals each; cappucchino)&lt;br /&gt;2 apples (60 cals each)&lt;br /&gt;1 Red Bull sugarfree (7 cals)&lt;br /&gt;diet coke unlimited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.M.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of coffee (30 cals)&lt;br /&gt;2 apples (60 cals each)&lt;br /&gt;2 packs of low cal low fat cottage cheese (100 cals each)&lt;br /&gt;1 Red Bull sugarfree (7 cals)&lt;br /&gt;diet coke unlimited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SPORTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(weekdays, daily)&lt;br /&gt;A.M.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 situps (40)&lt;br /&gt;50 dumb-bell lifts (20)&lt;br /&gt;20 mins biking outdoor (140)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.M.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 mins biking outdoor (140)&lt;br /&gt;50 mins running (450)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(weekends, daily)&lt;br /&gt;A.M.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 situps (40)&lt;br /&gt;50 dumb-bell lifts (20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.M.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90 mins biking indoor (630)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;basic metabolic rate: 1290 cal (to maintain)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-6682791479730508829?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/6682791479730508829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=6682791479730508829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/6682791479730508829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/6682791479730508829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-plan-fight-binge-your-opinions.html' title='New plan: Fight the Binge! Your opinions, please!'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-2209961146637745135</id><published>2009-01-13T08:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:11:56.800Z</updated><title type='text'>No Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h104/pro_ana/pro%20mia%20stuff/Binge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h104/pro_ana/pro%20mia%20stuff/Binge.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why do I feel so out of control lately? Why can't I stay strong, but have to stuff my face with chocolate and everything so that I - like yesterday - all in all consume 1.000 cals? Trained 880 cals off again in the gym, but that doesn't make it feel better. I am a f*cking loser. I once was good at restricting, very soon I had bony shoulders, I shrinked one jeans size and now it feels like not a gramm is going down on the scale. Is this just a feeling? Did it really go that fast the last time? Did this certain therapy now screwed me up more than all the ones before? Or is this just my mad mind and my blind eyes that try to trick me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how I should become strong again. Really strong, not like strong for four days and binge on the fifth again. I once could do that. I ate 4 apples a day for weeks! Ran everyday. Lost fast. Nowadays I am so weak, so out of control. Will I ever be strong again? I am afraid that I won't. I am really afraid one day I can't stop a binge anymore and gain like 10 kilos or so and end up fat. Fatter than I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For f*ck's sake, &lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO BE THIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-2209961146637745135?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/2209961146637745135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=2209961146637745135&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2209961146637745135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2209961146637745135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-control.html' title='No Control'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h104/pro_ana/pro%20mia%20stuff/th_Binge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-845273310767058056</id><published>2009-01-12T07:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:54:22.815Z</updated><title type='text'>Too old for this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/forever12/optical%20illusions/46.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 345px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/forever12/optical%20illusions/46.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am 30 years of age, turning 31 this summer. I have had Ana for more than 15 years now. From time to time the question comes to my head if I am not too old for all this. I mean take a look at the typical ED related forums, probably take a look at you! How old are you? How old are most people posting at PAM, Hotter, LifeJournal or whatever? In most cases they're between 14 and 18, maybe 20, struggeling with anorexia for some years. I don't want to say that I am &lt;em&gt;"wiser"&lt;/em&gt; as them, but all they're talking about I talked about already ages ago. What they experience now I already know for years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even after 15 years I am still &lt;em&gt;"interested"&lt;/em&gt; in all this, still asking the same questions over and over again as if I were as &lt;em&gt;"new"&lt;/em&gt; to Ana as they are. You don't learn or don't want to learn. Or better: &lt;em&gt;You never get confident enough to believe in your own experiences, you never get confident enough to believe what your head tells you. Like "yes, you'll lose weight when you do x". You always ensure by feedback of others that this or that is really that way. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel quite weird among the teenagers (this is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; meant as an insult!) because I think that I shouldn't be there anymore. That I should have found a solution for all that, that I should have been &lt;em&gt;"cured"&lt;/em&gt;, just able to live a normal life. But still here I am, miles away from being normal. And honestly: I also don't want to be "normal". Ana is such an important part of my life, I can't even think about being without her. I like it how it is. With all its Up's &amp; Down's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there actually &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; one thing I learned: Living with Anorexia, &lt;em&gt;enjoying&lt;/em&gt; life with Anorexia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-845273310767058056?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/845273310767058056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=845273310767058056&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/845273310767058056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/845273310767058056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-old-for-this.html' title='Too old for this?'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-6013900931060237567</id><published>2009-01-11T20:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:07:23.870Z</updated><title type='text'>Allergic!</title><content type='html'>Something ends, something new will begin. So let's end this self torturing behaviour of waiting for a call and start focussing on what's really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a horrible binge on Friday. With lots and lots of bread. Got the bill for that after a few hours. I am actually allergic to amylum. Normally just when it comes too often and in too huge masses, but this time four croissants were enough to make me look like a balloon. My face got swollen, so did my eyes (couldn't hardly open them), stomach hurt badly and everything. I think the less I eat bread (and similar stuff) the worse the allergical reaction gets... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's a good thing (yes, I am crazy), because you never ever want to look like that again! At least as long as you remember the "thing" in the mirror, which you can normally for at least a month.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a glimpse in the mirror and seing such a swollen monster is extremely scary and ugly. And probably the best reverse thinpo and the best motivation you can ever get. It makes you look as if you have like 15 kilos more on your hips... And this is for sure the most horrifying impression you can ever get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got the idea that one fasting day per week would be fine. Diet coke, water, coffee and if the hunger gets too bad a max of 500 ml low cal chicken broth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a day would be a good "cleaner" and additionally boost the metabolism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've only to figur out which day of the week would suit this fast best. Probably a Friday or something. Anyway, looking forward to my new plan! I really need to get back in shape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it gave me a good boost for cutting down food even more. Additionally this huge amount of carbs really pushed my metabolism and the day after I did not feel fatter, but thinner. Well, won't do that again (the eating), but got calmed down a bit, which was really neccessary after this binge eating out of frustration over the lost friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-6013900931060237567?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/6013900931060237567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=6013900931060237567&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/6013900931060237567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/6013900931060237567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/01/allergic.html' title='Allergic!'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-905920380747013652</id><published>2009-01-09T19:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-09T19:44:27.471Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i44.tinypic.com/91cnls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 288px;" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/91cnls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two weeks passed. No answer still. So I dropped her a short note. Said again how sorry I am, apologized, said that I just wasn't me during that time, that I understand that she's mad at me now, that she must think I do not cherish and love her, but that this is wrong. I do love her, miss her. That I never meant to hurt her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told her that I don't want to force her or push her in any way and that I'll never bother her again. Thanked her for all she has done for me, for being the only real life friend who ever understood ... and said goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am drowning in tears. I am fucked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-905920380747013652?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/905920380747013652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=905920380747013652&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/905920380747013652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/905920380747013652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/91cnls_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-4318535758581135374</id><published>2009-01-08T15:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:34:41.509Z</updated><title type='text'>Totally f*cked up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.campussuite.de/typo3temp/pics/f80406ad3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://www.campussuite.de/typo3temp/pics/f80406ad3a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official: This day is fucked up. I ate two of those Pretzels today. Each 200 cals. Additionally I already had an apple with cottage cheese. And it's not even five in the afternoon. At least no sweets - yet. And no binge on bread - yet. I hope I can resist and won't give in to it later since "everything's fucked up anyway already". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a failure. But I had these very strong cravings for carbs and just couldn't resist. I am so out of will power, it almost scares me. I can always be a good for one or two days, then I screw it up. Why do I always lose my strength? It wasn't always like this. Every damn therapy I was forced to made me weaker and weaker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;600 cals today. That's way too much. And I know that I'll eat something in the evening again. Another 200 cals. Ok, I am going to the gym for two hours, running and biking. But that'll make about 650 cals off. So there's still 150 cals of pure not worked off intake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a fat ass. A weak fat ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-4318535758581135374?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/4318535758581135374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=4318535758581135374&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/4318535758581135374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/4318535758581135374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/01/totally-fcked-up.html' title='Totally f*cked up'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-2001885471166544073</id><published>2009-01-06T20:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:24:31.884Z</updated><title type='text'>Feeling alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/alone" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w40/chuck1s/alone-2.jpg" border="0" alt="alone Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day worked out well. No work, all shops closed due to holidays, no binge, no craving, little food (apples and cottage cheese). But nevertheless I am feeling down. The reason is obvious. And so is the point that it's all my fault, too. I had a friend, a very lovely great person, an ex-ana. Someone who really understood me, but never wanted to change me. She really cared about me. When I went crazy last autumn and left everything behind (friends, family, communication with others in general; didn't even participate in forums anymore or wrote the blog), I left her, too. She regularly tried to contact me via phone or eMail, but I never answered. Last week, I wrote to her, said sorry, tried to explain. And now she leaves me without reply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;While I was not communicating with her the "silence" felt ok for me. Now that's me who is waiting to hear from her, it's killing me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I know it's all my fault. And she is probably angry with me (although I honestly doubt it; she probably is just very busy with work, we're both 30 and no teenagers with lots of free time anymore; she even runs her own business). But it's driving me totally crazy. Every fucking minute of the day I am thinking about what I could do to get her back. But I also don't want to annoy her by writing her eMails over and over again. Or force myself upon her. If she wants to get in contact with me again, she will. If she doesn't, I have to deal with it. I would even understand!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But nevertheless I am checking my eMail account like every 10 minutes. And everytime it's empty I could cry. Now I have even lost her. And I deserve it because of the way I treated her. I am such an ugly person. I deserve to be let alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-2001885471166544073?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/2001885471166544073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=2001885471166544073&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2001885471166544073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2001885471166544073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/01/feeling-alone.html' title='Feeling alone'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-7925540692093796173</id><published>2009-01-05T11:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:10:30.862Z</updated><title type='text'>Soliloquy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/blogs/themedium/posts/0525medium.533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 533px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/blogs/themedium/posts/0525medium.533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not hungry. I just want to chew something that does not taste like bubblegum. I am bored and can't get out of it. Boredom makes me think of food. An apple at least. Oh come on, that's like nothing! Nothing? Oh, it's way more than that. You don't need it anyway. You're not hungry. You just want to chew. You'll chew something in the evening. Cottage cheese and an apple. It's already waiting for you in the fridge. Seven hours to go. That's not so much. If you eat now, you can't eat in the evening. And you know that you'll be really hungry then. You're not hungry now. So calm down. You got diet coke. And coffee. And cigarettes! What could you need more? See. Everything's fine. Just fine. You're not hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-7925540692093796173?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/7925540692093796173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=7925540692093796173&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/7925540692093796173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/7925540692093796173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/01/soliloquy.html' title='Soliloquy'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-408672720658652032</id><published>2009-01-05T05:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T05:55:28.848Z</updated><title type='text'>A Matter of Strength</title><content type='html'>This will be the first day of work again after a long time. I remember I always was happy when I could go to work instead of sitting bored at home trying to distract me from eating. But now I am not yet sure what to make out of it. Being at work also means being close to all kinds of - mostly bad - foods. I am working in the middle of the city and a million bakeries, supermarkets, and take away's are close. So will I be tough enough to resist? Tough enough to refuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the last summer. I wasn't in autumn. &lt;br /&gt;But it's just a matter of strength of the will, right? If you want it, you can do it. Whatever you want, whenever you want. And all I want is to become thin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i2.tinypic.com/8el0ndl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 505px; height: 271px;" src="http://i2.tinypic.com/8el0ndl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to feel this fat on me anymore. I don't want that pulpy meat around my hips, in my face, on my arms, on my belly. I want tight skin, bones, nothing flabby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-408672720658652032?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/408672720658652032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=408672720658652032&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/408672720658652032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/408672720658652032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/01/matter-of-strength.html' title='A Matter of Strength'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.tinypic.com/8el0ndl_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-3107351426830150324</id><published>2009-01-04T17:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:22:18.804Z</updated><title type='text'>Flashback June 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.tinypic.com/212bb6d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 423px;" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/212bb6d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i44.tinypic.com/24ltwte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 429px;" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/24ltwte.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that? These were my shoulders in June last year. I was thin back then. Only a very few kilos from my goal weight. Then everything got messed up. And look at me now, a fatass again. Miles away from where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo sad right now. Will I ever be strong enough to get there again - and even further? Will I ever make it through the weeks and months it'll cost me to lose that damn fat again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-3107351426830150324?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/3107351426830150324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=3107351426830150324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3107351426830150324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3107351426830150324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/01/flashback-june-08.html' title='Flashback June 08'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/212bb6d_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-5795187320270954172</id><published>2009-01-02T23:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:24:29.896Z</updated><title type='text'>So this is it</title><content type='html'>Today. No food until 8 o'clock in the evening. A small cup of cottage cheese and an apple. Done. Then, a little later, another cottage cheese with a beetroot. All in all not more than 300 cals. But I went mad. And into the bathroom. Two new cuts, one on the right, the other on the left. It felt so good making them. It feels so good wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, there was no need for them. I was doing sports today. Quite a lot. I burnt way more calories today than I ate. But it just felt like "too much food". Or I wanted it to feel like "too much food" for then I can take my tiny little Leatherman and decorate my arms with new red lines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there is a growing part of self destruction in me since several weeks. Or months. I mean, I cutted already years ago, but that was more... horrible? Like a punishment. I didn't liked it. It was painful. I almost puked when seing the blood. And nowadays? I love it. Love it so much that I even accept that my boyfriend sees the cuts. I am sure I will always find an excuse. And he is much too naive to believe that I'd hurt myself. Poor him. Poor me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the same with purging. I never did it. I just wasn't able to throw up the food I swallowed. I tried it quite often, then I quitted the ridiculous attempts. In the middle of (now) last year I tried again. Just because I thought I should be able to do it. And it worked out. I needed a toothbrush, but hey, nobody is perfect. I used it often. Sometimes up to five times a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I do it very rarely. And actually when I do it, I just do it to assure myself that I am still able to do it. Just as "safeguarding". If I ever come into the situation again that I need it. And to feel strong to be in command of my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pain from cutting.&lt;br /&gt;No food stays in my stomach if I don't want so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel so powerful! And I need this feeling like a drug. More and more. Never had these needs before. Not that much. Or in other ways. Got it from pushing me to peak performances in sports and so on. Now it's more... "intimate". Sorry, don't know a term that suits better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self destructive. Pretty, beautiful, drop dead gorgeous self destruction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-5795187320270954172?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/5795187320270954172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=5795187320270954172&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/5795187320270954172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/5795187320270954172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-this-is-it.html' title='So this is it'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-2014686415443675791</id><published>2008-12-30T21:53:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:03:34.148Z</updated><title type='text'>Every Bite A Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i43.tinypic.com/2m7dzjr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2m7dzjr.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i43.tinypic.com/r9o5t5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/r9o5t5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long time I finally made it to my blog again. Weeks of binging made me fatter than ever. No chance to fight the cravings. But now I am back again. Every bad bite gives a cut on my forearm. And sometimes I aso do it just for fun because I started loving those cuts. Making them, seing them, having them. Just beautiful. I could stare at them and touch them for hours and hours. My own personal reminder of staying strong and never again let myself go so much like in the last weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 will be my year of skinniness. I will finally reach my goal. 42 kilos. I am so much looking forward to that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-2014686415443675791?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/2014686415443675791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=2014686415443675791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2014686415443675791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2014686415443675791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/12/every-bite-cut.html' title='Every Bite A Cut'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/2m7dzjr_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-7908773682927020188</id><published>2008-10-15T07:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:58:30.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/images/2007/07/27/obesemattcardygetty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/images/2007/07/27/obesemattcardygetty.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had reduced my intake and were on a good way to lose weight again. But when I put on my old trousers this morning, which were quite loose about 4 months ago, they were actually quite tight now! Oh my god, did I really gain so much weight during that time? It's horror! How could I've allowed myself to become such a fatass again?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get all this fat off of me. I can't live with how I am. I am so ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-7908773682927020188?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/7908773682927020188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=7908773682927020188&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/7908773682927020188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/7908773682927020188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/10/fat.html' title='Fat!'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-3951365752363027708</id><published>2008-10-08T08:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:37:33.454+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing</title><content type='html'>I stepped on the scale on Saturday. 52 kg. I stepped on the scale yesterday evening. 50 kg. This makes 2 kilos in three days. And I weighed myself even in the evening, not early in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One tiny success at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, I feel more in control at the moment. I am getting back to finally having more control about my eating habits again. I stayed strong, didn't give in to my cravings lately although it was veeery difficult. I also skipped dinner twice. Well, dinner is only cottage cheese with vegetables, but anyway. I got back to apples and grapes only and I think this is what made me lose again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless I can't skip dinner forever because all of the sports I do. I need the protein from the cottage cheese! But maybe I can only have it two or three times a week and stick to apples the rest of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grapes, at least when I eat lots of them, aren't good for me, too, as I noticed now. I got an intolerance towards hystamine and probably grapes count in there, too. They give me bad stomach growlings and stuff. So I better reduce them. They were my "sweets", but I probably find something to replace them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut a long story short: I am obviously on a good way reaching my goal. But I shouldn't get to enthusiastic about it. We all know that this can make you lazy. So I'll keep on going my way. And hopefully soon I'll see another few kilos drop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-3951365752363027708?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/3951365752363027708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=3951365752363027708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3951365752363027708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3951365752363027708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/10/losing.html' title='Losing'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-206101388447381031</id><published>2008-10-06T12:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:08:54.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting stronger</title><content type='html'>Today when I took my office break at lunchtime I was badass hungry. I was afraid of walking in a shop because I thought I'd fall for bread or even sweets or something. So I strolled through the streets but finally got the courage to set a foot in the next supermarket to buy me some grapes, two apples, coke light and a sugarfree enegery drink. I managed to pass the cakes, cookies, chocolate and bread rolls without touching it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I will not be able to run tonight because I meet some friends I will try to eat as little as possible. Maybe I could even get through the day with these two apples and the grapes? Would be great. Maybe I even got the time after work to run a short round on my training route. So that I at least burn some calories by running. I actually hate it when my routine is messed up. I bike every day to work and run every day an hour after work. On the weekends I ride my road bike for at least one and a half hours and run as long and as far as I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't do one or the other, something is "missing" and I feel like I instantly gain weight. I need to work off all I eat, even more than I eat. Or I panic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-206101388447381031?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/206101388447381031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=206101388447381031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/206101388447381031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/206101388447381031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/10/getting-stronger.html' title='Getting stronger'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-3605091179176210935</id><published>2008-10-05T13:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T13:27:26.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back after a long time</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I posted something. Sorry for that. I've been through quite a lot of ups and downs lately and gained a lot of weight since summer. I somehow lost control. Completely. I longed for sweet food so badly, binged a lot, got lazy with the sports and became the most disgusting person ever walked on earth. Since a couple of weeks I am trying to get back in shape with more determination. Nevertheless I still don't manage to stick to three apples only a day. Something that was like "foolproof" some months ago. I don't eat much, though, but still a lot of things. IMHO. I hope to get as powerful as I was in summer soon again. I finally want to reach my 42 kilos. I  must become as skinny as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-3605091179176210935?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/3605091179176210935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=3605091179176210935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3605091179176210935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3605091179176210935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-after-long-time.html' title='Back after a long time'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-2368873763511081424</id><published>2008-05-15T22:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:08:45.698+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat, worthless, ugly. Can't stop crying.</title><content type='html'>I am back now from meeting her. HER. And I almost cried when I saw her. She is so unbelievably beautiful. What a perfect woman she is. She is drop dead gorgeous - and as thin as I never will be. She was so nice to me, she was so kind, we had a lot of fun, actually. But now that I am home again - actually already on my way back home - I am more depressed than I ever was. I could cry. I could scream. I could kill myself. She is so beautiful and she has the body I always wanted to have. I am such a fat fuck. I am a pile of fricking worthless shit. And she is nothing but pure beauty. Perfect. I am not. I am far away from being even close to bearable. I am ugly and fat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never eat something again. I will starve myself to get just a little bit closer to what she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be a little bit more like her?&lt;br /&gt;Successful. Pretty. Gorgeous. Thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't bear myself anymore. I can't bear this fricking fat body. I can't. I just wanna die. I am so overwhelmed by her beauty. Such beauty I'll never achieve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why she even talked to me, why she spent her time with me although I am such a fat cow. It must have been so embarrassing for her to be seen with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST get thinner. Next time we meet (she wants it! She really wants it although I am so ugly! She is such a good person and I am such a fat cow) I MUST weigh less. I MUST lose at least 5 more kilos. I actually MUST lose even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, she is soooo pretty!! &lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just have half of her beauty??&lt;br /&gt;Why must I be such an ugly fatass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop crying....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-2368873763511081424?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/2368873763511081424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=2368873763511081424&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2368873763511081424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2368873763511081424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/05/fat-worthless-ugly-cant-stop-crying.html' title='Fat, worthless, ugly. Can&apos;t stop crying.'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-3835365124435345447</id><published>2008-05-12T20:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:31:40.057+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I've become a purger</title><content type='html'>I did it three times. The first time I was shocked and embarrased. The second time I only felt a bit ashamed. The third time was lifting me higher and making me proud over winning the battle with food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it has become normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body was craving for energy today. I was 2 hours on my road bike early this morning. High speed, burnt about 1.000 cals. Then I was on the mountain bike in the afternoon. Another 400 cals in almost one hour. Later I went for a jog. 45 mins, high speed. Again 560 cals off. And I ate 4 apples and a green salad with a can of tuna and 2 tomatos. So I fell for 4 pieces of chocolate. And about 5 mins after I swallowed them I went to the bathroom and purged until all chocolate was out again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very easy, very relaxed, very calm, nothing "extraordinary". I did it, I smiled afterwards, I felt strong, powerful, in total control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is what has become of me. I officially discovered purging as my "last solution" when I did something wrong. &lt;br /&gt;I am not a binger, I am still very afraid of food and calories, so this "discovery" won't become an excuse for stuffing a million things in my mouth. The only "danger" could be that I purge just everything I eat. Because I know now how it works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 15 years ofpure anorexia I added a new "feature" to my ED. And to be honest: My weird mind is damn proud of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-3835365124435345447?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/3835365124435345447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=3835365124435345447&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3835365124435345447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3835365124435345447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-become-purger.html' title='I&apos;ve become a purger'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-3545928796189676091</id><published>2008-05-11T10:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T10:54:14.228+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't fear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FICHjuA0WIA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FICHjuA0WIA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our times have come&lt;br /&gt;Here but now they're gone&lt;br /&gt;Seasons don't fear the reaper&lt;br /&gt;Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain&lt;br /&gt;We can be like they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby... Don't fear the Reaper&lt;br /&gt;Baby take my hand... Don't fear the Reaper&lt;br /&gt;We'll be able to fly... Don't fear the Reaper&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm your man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine is done&lt;br /&gt;Here but now they're gone&lt;br /&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;br /&gt;Are together in eternity...&lt;br /&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40,000 men and women everyday... &lt;br /&gt;Like Romeo and Juliet&lt;br /&gt;40,000 men and women everyday... &lt;br /&gt;Redefine happiness&lt;br /&gt;Another 40,000 coming everyday...&lt;br /&gt;We can be like they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby... Don't fear the Reaper&lt;br /&gt;Baby take my hand... Don't fear the Reaper&lt;br /&gt;We'll be able to fly... Don't fear the Reaper&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm your man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love of two is one&lt;br /&gt;Here but now they're gone&lt;br /&gt;Came the last night of sadness&lt;br /&gt;And it was clear we couldn't go on&lt;br /&gt;The door was open and the wind appeared&lt;br /&gt;The candles blew and then disappeared&lt;br /&gt;The curtains flew then he appeared&lt;br /&gt;Saying don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby... And we had no fear&lt;br /&gt;And we ran to him... Then we started to fly&lt;br /&gt;We looked backward and said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;We had become like they are&lt;br /&gt;We had taken his hand&lt;br /&gt;We had become like they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby...don't fear the reaper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-3545928796189676091?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/3545928796189676091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=3545928796189676091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3545928796189676091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3545928796189676091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='Don&apos;t fear...'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-4119349823654867145</id><published>2008-05-05T09:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T09:32:17.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it again</title><content type='html'>Yesterday evening I once again, for the second time, willingly threw up after a "binge". I had a small bowl of cereals and half a bar of chocolate. And already while stuffing this stuff into my mouth my stomach started hurting so badly that I couldn't stand straight up. So I took my tooth brush and went to the toilet while my bf was sitting in the room next door listening to music via his headphones. It took me 20 minutes and several attempts, but finally I got everything out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird: Afterwards I didn't felt half as guilty as after the first time I threw up. Quite the contrary. I felt powerful, strong and satisfied, although I looked like a monster when I went to the bathroom mirror straight afterwards. Red eyes, somehow "swollen" face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't plan to throw up regularly now, but it appears to be a "good" solution after a binge. Nevertheless I try to avoid binges at all costs, but &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; it happens, I now know that I can make it "a little bit" undone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-4119349823654867145?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/4119349823654867145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=4119349823654867145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/4119349823654867145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/4119349823654867145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-did-it-again.html' title='I did it again'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-7097943948141684044</id><published>2008-04-28T09:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:16:13.884+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate</title><content type='html'>Damn, I gave in to carbs again. Had two Naan breads (together 250 cals) late in the evening. I just coudn't resist. And although I immediately went for another jog (already jogged 7 km that day, went 40 km on my road bike any hiked 7 km), I gained half a kilo! Even if this is just muscle weight due to the huge amount of sports I am doing since several weeks, I gained! But how in the world can I finally lose weight? I eat very little (only fruits and vegetables), I burn so many calories by jogging and biking, but still I gain! My metab seems to be ok, though. Do I have to eat even less? Do I have to cut down the sport? I am desperate. I must lose 5 kg as fast as possible. But all I do is gain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-7097943948141684044?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/7097943948141684044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=7097943948141684044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/7097943948141684044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/7097943948141684044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/04/desperate.html' title='Desperate'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-3619512575440090138</id><published>2008-04-24T08:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T08:27:50.697+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Above the plateau again</title><content type='html'>For fuck's sake - I messed it up again. And this time big time. I am back at my plateau weight. Not that I started eating much more, I "just" messed up my metabolism. Eating nothing but apples might be a good idea for one week, but not for two or more. Restricting does only work when you do it smartly, thus vary your calorie intake and not consume 300 cals every day. You'll lose water weight quickly, but when it's gone, losing stops. And you start even gaining by just eating a little more than your 300 cals. No matter how much sport you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here comes plan b to finally get some progress in this whole effin' story. &lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Mark: Losing weight is not an easy job. Restricting calories "just so" doesn't get you where you wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Vary your calorie intake. Don't overeat, but vary. You don't need a strict plan to follow, just make sure to not eat the same amount of cals everyday, but have a difference from several hundred cals per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Vary your sports routine. Do not run the same amount of kilometers every day. Do not bike the same amount of calories every day. Do not make the same amount of situps everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Stay away from "bad carbs". No bread, no cornflakes, no musli, no potatos and similar things. Get carbs from fruits (apples, for example).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Drink as much as you can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a bad binge yesterday (which started of course with carbs - I ate 250ml of beef broth with some noodles and then it went on with a can of tuna, a small bowl of cornflakes, and half a bar of cocolate!), I had an apple and coffee for breakfast to kickstart the metabolism, made my situps, went to work by bike and have my first herbal tea now. I plan a full fruit day today, with even more apples and grapes. So I'll stay below the amount of cals from yesterday. Tomorrow I'll have again apples and grapes, but I'll add some soy products (maybe a yoghurt or something). I'll also run the shorter distance today and will keep the long one for the weekend. I'll plan to stick to a low carb diet over the weekend (cottage cheese with radish and cucumbers for breakfast, salat for lunch), and I hope it will be easy to convince my bf that it's nothing to worry about. Maybe this will finally make me break my plateau again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-3619512575440090138?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/3619512575440090138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=3619512575440090138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3619512575440090138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3619512575440090138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/04/above-plateau-again.html' title='Above the plateau again'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-4492694792236313034</id><published>2008-04-18T06:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T06:27:57.944+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj160/xbeauty112930/scene-2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj160/xbeauty112930/scene-2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke my plateau! I did it! After four days of apples only and a lot of sport I am at 108 now. I came from 114 when I started on Monday! I am so happy, can't describe it with words. This is surely "my new thing". I didn't even crave anything else during the last days: no carbs, no sweets, no nothing. After the frickin' weekend where I have to eat almost normally again because I'm with my bf all the time, I will a 100% start with apples on Monday again. They will be my food of the week until I finally reached my goal. I lost 6 pounds in such a short time. So I really could make it to get rid off the rest until summer. 18 to go then I am perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-4492694792236313034?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/4492694792236313034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=4492694792236313034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/4492694792236313034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/4492694792236313034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-3761167505977720874</id><published>2008-04-14T06:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T06:25:52.942+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the fattest person ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.tinypic.com/21oc2gm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px;" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/21oc2gm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so good all the last two weeks. And then comes the weekend and everything gets ruined. I ate like a pig. I binged. I had peanut butter on crisp bread. Not one, not two, not three, but four. I had chocolate. Not one piece, not two, but eight. I had TUCs. I had salami for breakfast. I don't dare to step on the scale. I must have gained every single pound back I lost. If not even more. I was so weak. What a weak fatass I am. What a worthless, uncontrolled piece of shit. I can do nothing right, I do always fail. I &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; stop being such a weak idiot. I &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; be strong. I simply &lt;em&gt;MUST&lt;/em&gt; get thin, there cannot be any other more important thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start taking RF again. Who cares about the nervous heart rate. I &lt;em&gt;MUST&lt;/em&gt; burn fat. Now. I will only eat three apples a day from now on. For at least a weak. A day of failure will result in a day of fasting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WILL NOT AGAIN BINGE ON THE WEEKEND.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WILL NOT BINGE EVER AGAIN.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I MUST GET THIN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-3761167505977720874?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/3761167505977720874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=3761167505977720874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3761167505977720874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3761167505977720874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-fattest-person-ever.html' title='I am the fattest person ever'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.tinypic.com/21oc2gm_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-2149650054719483512</id><published>2008-04-08T07:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T08:01:17.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Beginning of the Day</title><content type='html'>On my way to work (I go by bike everydays, 8 km each way), I stopped at a bread shop because I felt so hungry and was craving bread so much. I bought a sunflower weed wholemeal roll, which has more than 280 calories per piece, I found out at the office browsing the web. So I was strong and gave it to a colleague instead of eating it. I am still hungry, though, but I won't eat so fricking many calories just for a bread roll, for Christ's sake! I am so happy I didn't. Would have felt guilty the whole day. So I am drinking a hot sweet tea (artificial no cal sweetener, of course) with a dash of low fat milk now, had a glass of water with little lemon juice and two more konjac flour capsules (had two when I got up already). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch there will be a mug of pancake soup (39 cals), as a snack half an apple (40 cals) in the afternoon and for dinner some radishs (30), with 75 g cottage cheese (52 cals) and two slices of crispbread (40).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should do for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-2149650054719483512?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/2149650054719483512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=2149650054719483512&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2149650054719483512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2149650054719483512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-beginning-of-day.html' title='Happy Beginning of the Day'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-6978048747829634025</id><published>2008-04-07T10:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T10:18:24.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Konjac Flour Capsules</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/R_nmldjq0UI/AAAAAAAAABM/w8RVYhpioxM/s1600-h/WhiteCapsules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/R_nmldjq0UI/AAAAAAAAABM/w8RVYhpioxM/s320/WhiteCapsules.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186429977157620034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a great "new" hunger surpressant: konjac flour capsules. 100 capsules cost about 10 Euros and you consume up to 9 per day. So it's not so very cheap, but it's working better than Hoodia, IMHO. These capsules expand big time (up t0 200 %) in your stomach. It becomes a pasty mash in your belly, which is covered with an indigestive shell. So it stays longer in your stomach and makes you longer feel full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konjac flour contains protein, no carbs, no sugar, no fat, but a lot of fibre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take 3 capsules in the morning, 2 for dinner, 3 in the afternoon and 1 before I go to sleep. Works perfect: Full stomach, no collywobbles. Sometimes you even feel a bit sick due to the huge mass of "stuff" in your belly which additionally keeps you from being hungry. Perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-6978048747829634025?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/6978048747829634025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=6978048747829634025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/6978048747829634025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/6978048747829634025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/04/konjac-flour-capsules.html' title='Konjac Flour Capsules'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/R_nmldjq0UI/AAAAAAAAABM/w8RVYhpioxM/s72-c/WhiteCapsules.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-1130622054578718083</id><published>2008-04-07T08:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:15:25.868+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad as always</title><content type='html'>Sunday was, as always, bad. I had chocolate after dinner. Just a tiny bit, but nevertheless. And dinner also was huge. As well as lunch. Only breakfast was ok, but still I ate way too much. And it even didn't make my heart more comfortable. I have troubles with an irregular heartbeat or whatever it is since a few days. And I guess I'm off to the doctor this afternoon. It's very probably related to my "less than 200 cal"-diet of the last week, but still I hope there is another reason for it and that it will be gone soon. I'm slowly getting scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I am back to basics now. I thought about having 500 cals per day. It will make me lose more slowly, but at least more healthy than having &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt; food at all. I am not sure if I make it, though. I am really afraid of food and it will be difficult to eat generally. I've no plan yet of what to eat, but I thought about a huge green salad in the evening and a soup for lunch. And maybe an apple as a snack in the afternoon. But I am not sure if I can make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-1130622054578718083?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/1130622054578718083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=1130622054578718083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/1130622054578718083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/1130622054578718083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/04/bad-as-always.html' title='Bad as always'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-5855770509526485219</id><published>2008-04-03T21:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:51:02.015+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For the first time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z234/secreteyes92/pain/beauty/Purge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:block; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z234/secreteyes92/pain/beauty/Purge.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I purged for the first time. I binged on chocolate flavoured cornflakes and half a chocolate easter bunny after staying below 200 cals everyday since Sunday. I spit the last two bites of the easter bunny into the garbage can when I recognized - much too late - what I was doing. Then I ran to the toilet and tried to get the rest of it out. With the help of the well known "tools" I finally managed to get all the chocolate out, but it was too late for the chocolate flakes. Some got out, but it was more than an hour ago after I ate them, so I stopped knowing that there's no point any longer in getting rid off them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not happy with what I've done since I am not even a 100% convinced that it prevented my body from absorbing some of these fricking calories. I am totally frustrated and disgusted by myself - that I could fail so much after such a good week and eat a ton of shit, that I purged secretly and almost without any sound while my boyfriend is in the next room, and that I took my ED to a "next step" and thus a place where I've never been before in 15 year of Ana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't let it ever happen again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-5855770509526485219?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/5855770509526485219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=5855770509526485219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/5855770509526485219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/5855770509526485219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-first-time.html' title='For the first time'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-9208603103582357787</id><published>2008-03-28T22:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-28T22:14:50.200Z</updated><title type='text'>How could you not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i25.tinypic.com/2dv63c6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px;" src="http://i25.tinypic.com/2dv63c6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two hours ago I had dinner (one slice of bread with yoghurt cheese and a slice of sweet pepper) and was prosecuted with heavy stomach ache soon afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just my head who refuses to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; hate food in moments like these, when you are convulsed with pain, when everything hurts and it feels like your tummy would be torn apart? How can you &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; wish for never ever having to eat again?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-9208603103582357787?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/9208603103582357787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=9208603103582357787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/9208603103582357787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/9208603103582357787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-could-you-not.html' title='How could you not...'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i25.tinypic.com/2dv63c6_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-1972549417360464939</id><published>2008-03-28T08:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-28T08:40:08.022Z</updated><title type='text'>Getting more and more afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i28.tinypic.com/2rzti8h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i28.tinypic.com/2rzti8h.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the start of the week with 65 calories I ended it up with 440 yesterday. And I am sad and disgustet about it! While others say (and my ratio, too), that everything below 500 is still very, very little, I am in shock! How could I allow myself to eat that much during the week when I'm actually supposed to eat almost nothing because I will stuff myself with food on the weekend!? How I again ruined the whole week and even the 30 minutes jog yesterday evening will not make my failure undone.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? This is what I am thinking since I got down to 65. This is what finally has become of me again (!) after finishing IP. I am back where I was a year ago. I am back where I belong. I am no longer forbidding me to eat although I learnt to like the taste of food, I am forbidding me to eat because I am afraid of calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel unbelievably strong and great and powerful and over-the-top! Now it seems as if I've finally passed this effin' invisible border that kept me from losing weight again, from shaping my body after my ideal of beauty. I've done it. Now it can start again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-1972549417360464939?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/1972549417360464939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=1972549417360464939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/1972549417360464939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/1972549417360464939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/03/getting-more-and-more-afraid.html' title='Getting more and more afraid'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.tinypic.com/2rzti8h_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-3804448647618196901</id><published>2008-03-25T20:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:26:43.417Z</updated><title type='text'>65</title><content type='html'>I planned to stick below 200 cals today and ended up with 65. Had quite a lot of stress at work and there was no time to eat anything at all. So I just had coffee and one of these small Optiwell yoghurt thingys. Got very dizzy on my way home, so I skipped the planned jog, but it's snowing and freezing over here anyway. Would have had a hard time running in the -8 °C cold storm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - this was a promising start of the pre-easter-weightloss-phase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-3804448647618196901?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/3804448647618196901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=3804448647618196901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3804448647618196901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3804448647618196901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/03/65.html' title='65'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-873989356391202509</id><published>2008-03-25T08:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-25T08:41:45.899Z</updated><title type='text'>2424288</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i31.tinypic.com/2e67cjl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px;" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/2e67cjl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is no cryptical number, but my life. Everything circles around these numbers. They specify how  much I eat and when I do eat it. 200 cals on Monday, 400 cals on Tuesday, 200 cals on Wednesday, 400 cals on Thursday, 200 cals on Friday, 800 cals on Saturday and Sunday. 800 cals are already a huge challenge and always linked with a big inner struggle, with disgust, horror, and a lot of stress. But I must keep my metabolism high with that, so that it doesn't go into starvation mode and I don't lose anything anymore. And I also do it, because I have a magical weight border I don't want to go below. I am older, wiser and more realistic than I was with 15 or 16: I don't want to have a BMI about 13 anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in times like these, after an "Easter Binge", the plan mentioned above is suspended. Liquid fasting is what it's all about now. Coffee, low fat milk, maybe a bit of chicken or vegetable broth, maybe an Optiwell drink (42 cals each! Eeeek!) and lots of diet coke to still the craving for sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200 cals max until the end of the week. That should almost undo the ultimate worse case scenerio of this year's Easter. Together with the 2 times a week running and the daily situp routine, of course. Nothing comes from nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-873989356391202509?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/873989356391202509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=873989356391202509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/873989356391202509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/873989356391202509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/03/nothing-comes-from-nothing.html' title='2424288'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.tinypic.com/2e67cjl_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-8392666122435635234</id><published>2008-03-24T17:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-24T17:41:01.724Z</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/R-fkU9CuqdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/W_YcRm8viLQ/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/R-fkU9CuqdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/W_YcRm8viLQ/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181360944947571154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knife on my arm. The gentle pain when it touches my skin, cleaving. When the first tear of red blood grows, then melts away, I can feel its warmth also on my outside. The burning that slowly starts, becomes stronger and ends up being the only sentience at all. It makes me shiver, avaricious, wanting more. That's my lust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-8392666122435635234?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/8392666122435635234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=8392666122435635234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/8392666122435635234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/8392666122435635234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/03/feeling-yourself.html' title='Feeling Yourself'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/R-fkU9CuqdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/W_YcRm8viLQ/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-5467067037899748062</id><published>2008-03-20T14:15:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-20T15:20:38.381Z</updated><title type='text'>The devil in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i25.tinypic.com/2d94w15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px;" src="http://i25.tinypic.com/2d94w15.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Concerning a debate at &lt;a href="http://www.mamavision.com"&gt;mamaVision&lt;/a&gt; (about viewing other people and judging them) I started to think about myself and found out: I am mean, arrogant, superficial, cynic, close-minded, and generally not nice when it comes to people and food. I think bad of people who are fat, of people who eat much (IMHO) or just sweets or fast food, of corpulent people who say "I feel good with my body" because I am sure they don't and just pretend to be ok to  avoid facing the problem that they actually have to diet, I find it disgusting to have to see fat people in the tube, the bus, on the streets, in the shopping mall. I've got many prejudices such as fat people lack discipline, control, a strong mind, health, and aesthetic sensation. Of course I also belong to these group of people, to the fat ones, so I am also not nice to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try to hold back my thoughts (and words!) when I have to talk to a fat person - or see one. Or see someone eating chocolate, or a burger, or french fries. But it's hardly ever possible to not at least think "yuck!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a mean person now? Am I personally to blame for my distorted mind? If so - am I also personally to blame for not eating? I doubt that someone would attack me because I refuse food. But lots of people attack me because my point of view.  Where's the line between "this is the illness" and "this is you"? Don't both examples come from the same source, which is ANA?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-5467067037899748062?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/5467067037899748062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=5467067037899748062&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/5467067037899748062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/5467067037899748062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/03/devil-in-me.html' title='The devil in me'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i25.tinypic.com/2d94w15_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-7471815530527724875</id><published>2008-03-20T13:11:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:33:37.648Z</updated><title type='text'>Drunkorexia - not for me</title><content type='html'>First there was diabulimia. Now there is drunkorexia -- another new and buzzworthy term for some not-so-new behavior: self-imposed starvation or bingeing and purging, combined with alcohol abuse. According to &lt;a href="http://www.mandjshow.com/videos/drunk-arexia/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; report on The Morning Show, 30% of US women ages 18-23 restrict food calories so they can drink more and not gain weight from their alcohol consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me think: One glass of beer would equal my calorie intake of a day. So to be an "drunkorexic" I'd skip all my food and just drink that beer. And would probably end up sunk down in a corner being totally drunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whom does this work? Alcohol has loads of calories - no one, except binge-eaters maybe, would be able to eat anything anymore when they want to drink a white russian, a mojito or a beer in the evening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-7471815530527724875?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/7471815530527724875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=7471815530527724875&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/7471815530527724875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/7471815530527724875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/03/drunkorexia-not-for-me.html' title='Drunkorexia - not for me'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-5016257800700656758</id><published>2008-03-19T08:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-19T12:43:24.891Z</updated><title type='text'>Challenges</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i25.tinypic.com/1z386zm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i25.tinypic.com/1z386zm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today my boss is celebrating his birthday and inviting everybody for lunch. He ordered a million sandwiches and there will be an hour of partying with all colleagues. A challenge I am scared of and which I don't know how to pass yet. Probably I'll take my lunchbreak before and pretend to have eaten already. So I can avoid the bread, which is, as we all know, evil. But I won't be able to skip the toast. And I really don't want to drink a single drop of sparkling wine which has almost 100 cals per serving! As an alternative there will be orange juice which has about half the cals on the same size than the sparkling wine. But also these 50 cals will make my day's intake become awful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, I haven't been so scared of eating for a very long time now. I already freaked out this morning when I found out that we don't order low fat milk for the office any longer. My colleagues were completely irritated by my anger and I felt like I had revealed my food problem in front of everybody now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused and happy at the same time, though. It's the first obvious incident of getting back to ana after being an "out-of-control-fatass" for almost a year now. Will it be just a short interlude before the next binge or is it really - hopefully - serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**edit**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passed the challenge - successfully! Not even orange juice! And no one even noticed that I did not eat or drink anything. I'm happy and relieved. Looking at the munching mass of people and the disgusting high calorie sandwiches they ate (all white bread, mayonnaise, salami, salmon, butter, etc.) made me actually sick - not hungry myself. I am really getting better now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-5016257800700656758?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/5016257800700656758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=5016257800700656758&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/5016257800700656758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/5016257800700656758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/03/challenges.html' title='Challenges'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i25.tinypic.com/1z386zm_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-2751316394562159064</id><published>2008-03-18T12:13:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T12:49:00.577Z</updated><title type='text'>32 kilo</title><content type='html'>The German photographer &lt;a href="http://www.ivonne-thein.de/"&gt;Ivonne Thein&lt;/a&gt; shows her new work in Berlin: She photographed "normal weight" models and photoshopped them down to looking like as if they'd weigh 32 kilos. Thein originally wanted to shoot the photos with the "leaders" of the German pro-ana movement she was in touch with during the preparation for her project, but all of the young women finally refused to get physically involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are some of her photos:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i30.tinypic.com/2ez0nxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px;" src="http://i30.tinypic.com/2ez0nxx.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i30.tinypic.com/11gsjed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px;" src="http://i30.tinypic.com/11gsjed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i28.tinypic.com/2mqre44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px;" src="http://i28.tinypic.com/2mqre44.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i26.tinypic.com/mjwpbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px;" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/mjwpbs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.tinypic.com/20ppim8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px;" src="http://i29.tinypic.com/20ppim8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i25.tinypic.com/epg6ep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px;" src="http://i25.tinypic.com/epg6ep.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i26.tinypic.com/6predj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px;" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/6predj.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.tinypic.com/ndppjl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px;" src="http://i27.tinypic.com/ndppjl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.tinypic.com/nnoc5i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px;" src="http://i27.tinypic.com/nnoc5i.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i30.tinypic.com/2rgl3td.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px;" src="http://i30.tinypic.com/2rgl3td.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i32.tinypic.com/2dv4wh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px;" src="http://i32.tinypic.com/2dv4wh1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i28.tinypic.com/np2jyb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px;" src="http://i28.tinypic.com/np2jyb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i25.tinypic.com/30kap34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px;" src="http://i25.tinypic.com/30kap34.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i32.tinypic.com/fyivx5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px;" src="http://i32.tinypic.com/fyivx5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i30.tinypic.com/1zps3go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px;" src="http://i30.tinypic.com/1zps3go.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-2751316394562159064?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/2751316394562159064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=2751316394562159064&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2751316394562159064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2751316394562159064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/03/32-kilo.html' title='32 kilo'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.tinypic.com/2ez0nxx_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-5270087142900474315</id><published>2008-03-17T07:59:00.015Z</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:09:43.427Z</updated><title type='text'>News on the Pro-Ana front</title><content type='html'>In the last days the discussion about pro-ana forums became a hot topic again. Concerning the debate about closing pro-ana related website, news from Israel do now arrive: An agressive campaign to shut down pro-ana blogs has been taking place in the popular Israeli portal &lt;em&gt;"&lt;a href="http://israblog.co.il/"&gt;Israblog&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;. There have been numerous online conversation for and against banning of these sites. Ilana, a representative of the Israeli portal, responded to the &lt;a href="http://www.atzuma.co.il/petition/maya93/2/0/2/"&gt;petition&lt;/a&gt; calling to close down blogs that encourage anorexia. Here is a translation of her response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.idc.ac.il/communications/blogference/images/nana_israblog.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Israblog is a network of blogs created to provide every person with the means to express themselves as long as it abides by the country’s laws. Our motto, ‘life is here’, refers to all aspects of life, even the more hurtful sides can be expressed here. Any person can own a blog through our system, even if their self perception is problematic or if their body fat percentage is lower than the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The second, and more important reason, is that we do not believe that erasing blogs will have a positive effect. On the contrary, it may be damaging. We realize that there exist other blogging platforms which erase this type of content, however we strongly believe that if we act in a similar manner, we will simply pass this ‘burning hot potato’ onwards without actually making positive change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We agree that these blogs are problematic, but they also represent a true call for help. And it is best that this call will be heard here, in Israblog, a place where there are attentive listeners and arms ready to reach out and help, rather than a lonely, underground or extreme space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;One must remember that it is not possible to help someone with eating disorders by shutting her mouth.&lt;/span&gt; It is possible to help by providing an opposing voice, anti-anorectic, anti-bolemic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is precisely why we contact the psychologist Liran Rogev, from the Shahaf organization, who created the blog &lt;a href="http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=405346"&gt;winning over eating disorders&lt;/a&gt;. In this blog, Liran describes ways to cope with eating disorders from his experience as a professional in the field. He tries to engage in supportive dialogue with those suffering from this complex issue, and suggests alternative methods of dealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, we are looking for other ways to integrate other professionals who could consult, advise and support our bloggers. However the greatest force to support and make a difference is in your hands. The best thing about Israblog, which is always heart-warming, is these connections of concern, support and friendship made here between bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ask you to sharpen your critique over western culture which idolizes the skinny, and point out these social messages, hidden or visible, which relate a person’s value, especially women, to their looks and weight. You can enter pro-ana blogs and leave comments. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don’t answer simply by saying “c’mon, what are you doing…” or “don’t you know that bones are NOT sexy?!”. Comments of this type cause detachment and anger.&lt;/span&gt; Liran posted a &lt;a href="http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=405346&amp;blogcode=8623004"&gt;list of things&lt;/a&gt; to remember when formulating anti-anorectic responses in pro-ana blogs. Amongst all his recommendations, we want to emphasize the last -&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; “try to make a true connection - do not criticize or be judgmental. &lt;/span&gt;Otherwise, the pro-ana blogger will only reach out to other people with eating disorders, something that can certainly feed this disorder and lead to a further deterioration in their health”. In other words - be friends, real friends, so that those suffering from eating disorders will not seek out only other pro-ana friends."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I find interesting about this statement is that it's IMHO the first good one. Not just because it stands for &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; closing pro ana sites, but it gives some food for thoughts. For non-pro people. When I read the "how-to-deal-with-Anas" and "how-to-deal-not-with-Anas" I feel reminded of blogs like MamaVision (sorry) which criticize pro-ana forums and websites and shows off user avatars on which it says "bones are beautiful" added with scholarly comments telling the audience that bones are even not beautiful and that people who think so have a weird perception of prettiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerning the issue that about 90% of all pro-anas are teenagers, especially mothers but also everyone who once was teenager (means everyone), must know that talking this way will only result in an act of defiance. At least I would respond that way. So the advice from Ilana to be more careful when talking (directly or in written form) to annorexics is IMHO very wise, important and probably the only helpful and promising one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-5270087142900474315?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/5270087142900474315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=5270087142900474315&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/5270087142900474315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/5270087142900474315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/03/news-on-pro-ana-front.html' title='News on the Pro-Ana front'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-2088737096583938051</id><published>2008-03-16T13:12:00.013Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:44:41.777Z</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i27.tinypic.com/jj2utj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i27.tinypic.com/jj2utj.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It came to my mind that I am actually very seldomly talk about "real issues". Like if I had nothing important to say except talking about my failure or success concerning my struggle with food. So most of you might think that I am - like "a good Ana" - just thinking about my intake, calories counting and what to better not eat all day long. But I am not. And I am still. Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't count me in as conventionally recovered. I am far away from that. But I found my path. Name it the "wisdom of age", but with being very close to 30 now and having experienced Anorexia since my earliest teenage years, I have a more &lt;em&gt;outré&lt;/em&gt; view of the whole thing. Sure, I do panic from time to time when I feel I have eaten too much, sure I am crying after a binge, I am counting calories, I am taking my metab enhancer, I live on diet coke for days, I can't take a look at me in the mirror naked, and sure I am secretly flushing down food the toilet. On the other hand I really do enjoy an evening out with friends, drinking three glasses of a good stout and smoke a billion cigarettes - and don't cry me to sleep afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am my own evolution. When I read through some forums I see myself in these desperate 14-year-olds who starve themselves without knowing very much about the consequences of their actions, but I am beyond that without being cured. Still I cannot understand why people would like to get rid off Anorexia. Even in ten months of IP no one could convince me of the benefits. I got so used to it that I can't and don't want to be without it anymore. Ana is a part of me that I really would miss, honestly. Even if it makes me depressed, if I break down and cry, if I hate myself a lot from time to time - it's the path I took and I have to deal with. It's not unbearable; not more unendurable for me than going into the other direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-2088737096583938051?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/2088737096583938051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=2088737096583938051&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2088737096583938051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2088737096583938051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/03/lazy-sunday-thoughts.html' title='Lazy Sunday Thoughts'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.tinypic.com/jj2utj_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-8968987618877819595</id><published>2008-03-14T11:20:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:45:01.929Z</updated><title type='text'>Successfully passed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://therawchef.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/crisps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://therawchef.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/crisps.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During lunchtime I went to a supermarket to buy lactose free milk for a colleague and coke zero for me. I spent several minutes in front of the crisps rack, touched several packs, checked their calories and thought about eating them because the day would be ruined anyway because we're celebrating our boss's birthday with open sandwiches. But - oh what a lucky surprise! - I stayed strong and didn't eat them. And when I got back to the office the birthday party was cancelled, too! So this Friday can become a good day! When I once stayed strong I'll can do it later again, too! Go - go - get thinner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-8968987618877819595?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/8968987618877819595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=8968987618877819595&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/8968987618877819595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/8968987618877819595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/03/successfully-passed.html' title='Successfully passed'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-6392011085219235196</id><published>2008-03-13T08:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:45:15.661Z</updated><title type='text'>Calmed down</title><content type='html'>After some hysteric days I finally calmed down a bit. I am still worried, though, but I came to the conclusion that it is "ok" that it takes some more time to adjust myself again after the IP. Me and my habbits were changed over 10 months, so it will naturally take longer than 30 days to get back to my old shape. Nevertheless this is no excuse for binging all day like I did several times during the last weeks. I just have to try harder and remind myself every single day of my goal. It's not easy, of course - but who said it would?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about what could make it easier for me to get back to my "pre-IP-status". I tried some sort of food journals, for example. Private on paper as well as public on a forum. Both didn't work out for me since I think there was no "pressure" and I cheated on myself by just not writing something down, leaving a whole day out or not posting. But I figured out that I need this pressure (to openly display my success or failure) to stay strong and follow my own rules. I am still too weak to only rely on myself. So I need to find a solution for my dilemma. I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I new start now. All over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-6392011085219235196?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/6392011085219235196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=6392011085219235196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/6392011085219235196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/6392011085219235196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/03/calmed-down.html' title='Calmed down'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-2202117795928834554</id><published>2008-03-09T19:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:45:31.224Z</updated><title type='text'>Desperate Moan: Stuck in a vicious circle...</title><content type='html'>I finished IP more or less successful (depends on your point of view) about a month ago. Some people are happy that I hained weight and look "healthy" again. Me, personally, I'm getting desperate more and more every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck in a vicious circle of starving from Monday to Friday and binging on the weekend (up to 2500 cals / day). I have completely lost control over my intake. When I don't start eating, everything's fine and I can go on the whole day without food. But when something touches my lips it's over. "Just don't eat solid food at all", would be an advice. &lt;em&gt;Would.&lt;/em&gt; If there wasn't my boyfriend, who keeps a close eye on me since I am back from rehab and since he actually knows what I did all the last years to hide ana from him. I don't want to disappoint him. I don't want to make him sad. As well as my family, who put all their hope and prayers in the treatment. They suffered so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also just can't go on the way I do right now. Everything feels so wrong, I feel so fat, gross, disgusting, horrible, and beyond all bearing. There are not many pathes I could choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten month in the clinic did not break my will to be thin. Ten month did not make me feel that 100 lbs is a weight I can live with. Ten month did not make me feel "ok" when I eat and did not end my crying over every calorie that ends up in my stomach. The ten month made it even worse, retrospectively. I've never thought about ending everything before. Now I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so helpless. Everything seems so useless, so out of control. I am trying and trying and trying and I don't even get an inch closer to a state of tolerability. I am just failing all the time. I have no idea what I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; do anymore. One day I feel strong, the next I disappoint myself again. Like a marionette bound to invisible strings which are pulled by the relicts of the brainwashing therapy, I am going round in circles. I see no way to get out. Is it worth another attempt anyway? The tenth, fifteenth, thirtysecond? Will something change this time or will it just be the same over and over  again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now I don't see me getting back to where I was last year around this time. And this would be the only place I want to be in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-2202117795928834554?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/2202117795928834554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=2202117795928834554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2202117795928834554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/2202117795928834554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/03/desperate-moan-stuck-in-vicious-circle.html' title='Desperate Moan: Stuck in a vicious circle...'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-3567077607599990956</id><published>2008-03-09T13:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:45:45.717Z</updated><title type='text'>Ruined</title><content type='html'>I am such a failure. I am such a failure, embarrassing for myself and everyone else. I cry everytime I think back to the days before being in the clinic. I had total control of my intake, I had no hunger pains anymore, I was strong, I hardly ever binged. Now, that I got through a ten month brainwash I am the most horrible person ever walked on earth. I am binging like once a week, I cannot control what I eat or just for a few days, I am weak, I am &lt;strong&gt;FAT, FAT, FAT, FAT!&lt;/strong&gt; I sit at home and &lt;em&gt;EAT&lt;/em&gt; and although I feel horrible while doing so, I can't stop but go on. I am the sickest and most disgusting person ever, ugly, fat, gross. Even my skin gets bad due to all the sweet stuff I am stuffing in my mouth and I don't even dare to try on my jeans, I am sure they will be skin tight. And I am still craving for food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fricking therapy has completely ruined me. I am a wrack. What can I do to overcome this weakness? How can I get back to what I was and wanted to be? How can I be strong again when everything, even my own mind, is against me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on like this anymore. It's a more than month now that I am home again and I am still not in control again! I can't bear it anymore. I really can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-3567077607599990956?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/3567077607599990956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=3567077607599990956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3567077607599990956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3567077607599990956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/03/ruined.html' title='Ruined'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-3963966376953416147</id><published>2008-03-04T20:55:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:46:19.687Z</updated><title type='text'>Craving chocolate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i30.tinypic.com/2qioa3r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i30.tinypic.com/2qioa3r.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All you need is Magnesium!&lt;/strong&gt; (Premenstrual) Chocolate craving is a phenomenon that has puzzled a great many women. The reason behind that: Chocolate, which is highest in magnesium of all foods, is often a sign of magnesium deficiency. The answer is of course not to eat more chocolate, but to increase your magnesium by eating more e.g. green vegetables, and by increasing your magnesium supplements. Your chocolate cravings will vanish when you have enough magnesium in your diet. Good luck, ladies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-3963966376953416147?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/3963966376953416147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=3963966376953416147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3963966376953416147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3963966376953416147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/03/craving-chocolate.html' title='Craving chocolate?'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.tinypic.com/2qioa3r_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-7857718850217056245</id><published>2008-03-03T08:19:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:46:32.873Z</updated><title type='text'>Fear and Despair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i13.tinypic.com/s4b05s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i13.tinypic.com/s4b05s.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I knew I shouldn't step on the scale this morning after this horrible, horrible weak weekend. But I did. And instantly I broke down. &lt;em&gt;I gained! I failed! I gained so much that I now do weigh as much as I did when I came right out of the clinic.&lt;/em&gt; All the hard work from the last three weeks, all the renunciation - for nothing! &lt;em&gt;I am such a fat cow... &lt;/em&gt;My jeans are skin tight again, my tights much too fat, my skin got bad again due to the amount of food I ate and I hardly dared to go out this morning. It was so difficult to "show" myself to the world, knowing that I exploded over the weekend and everything I put on looks like a sausage skin on my fat, flabby body. What should I do now? How can I go on? I'm so on the verge of binging because I think it doesn't matter anyway anymore. I'll never be thin. But I must pull myself together now. I fast today. Water, diet pepsi and if the hunger becomes unbearable, I drink a coffee. I also need the diet pills finally. Something that pushes my metabolism and blocks the carbs and fats. I can't do it on my own anymore, I've not yet made my willpower come back, I cannot yet control me again.&lt;em&gt; I need  help! I need it so badly. I am so weak. I can't bear it anymore. This makes me so sick. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-7857718850217056245?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/7857718850217056245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=7857718850217056245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/7857718850217056245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/7857718850217056245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/03/fear-and-despair.html' title='Fear and Despair'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.tinypic.com/s4b05s_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-3395816094517770568</id><published>2008-02-29T17:27:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:46:46.372Z</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Phil - Deadly Thin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.drphil.com/assets/b/ba4cb708cd6909b987d53fe7b7444dc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.drphil.com/assets/b/ba4cb708cd6909b987d53fe7b7444dc9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the story of Aimee, 28 years old, suffering from anorexia and bulimia. She weighs only 60 pounds and purges up to 150 times a day after everything she eats. She was in rehab for several times, but never got any positive results from it. Finally, the last therapist called her "untreatable". See the documentary in five parts on youtube.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=2rE0HqeNod4"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Eh5oz7sxH0U"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=0X5xag4VGgc"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=yIHJ9I0DctQ"&gt;Part 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=cagHLGB1XmQ"&gt;Part 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-3395816094517770568?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/3395816094517770568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=3395816094517770568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3395816094517770568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3395816094517770568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/02/dr-phil-deadly-thin.html' title='Dr. Phil - Deadly Thin'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-3027255157390574228</id><published>2008-02-29T09:43:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:47:00.826Z</updated><title type='text'>Control or controlled?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/R8gJIsYmwXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Uqmo0hTpAN4/s1600-h/control.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172394216992981362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/R8gJIsYmwXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Uqmo0hTpAN4/s320/control.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I stepped as usual on the scale this morning. And I did not lose a pound.&lt;br /&gt;A million things went through my head. The dominant one was: &lt;em&gt;"You are not trying hard enough."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really ugly feeling and makes you do a lot of things that may appear neurotic, actually. Like speaking to yourself all the time when you're alone, telling yourself that you're a fat cow and you'll always be fat as long as you don't reach like 87 pounds. And that you won't reach 87 pounds by doing what you're doing right now (eat less than 500 cals a day) because you've seen this morning that you don't lose a single pound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic sneaks into your life, creeping up your back and makes itself comfortable as your permanent escort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is wrong. The whole thing, generally. But I also know that I can't stop with it until I reached my goal. I have control over my food, my eating habits. But I have none over my thoughts. I feel as if I was remote-controlled by a higher force that deceitful hides behind the impression that I am doing what I want to do. Weird? Even weirder is that I don't want to do anything about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-3027255157390574228?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/3027255157390574228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=3027255157390574228&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3027255157390574228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/3027255157390574228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-losing-panic.html' title='Control or controlled?'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/R8gJIsYmwXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Uqmo0hTpAN4/s72-c/control.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-749289819068205289</id><published>2008-02-28T12:57:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:47:15.069Z</updated><title type='text'>Back again</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I talked to a girl I was in rehab with. We met by chance on the street when I was going home from the doctor. She was with her mother and both recognized me early. Her mother immediately started to chat: "How beautiful her daughter looks, how shiny, how fresh and full of life again!" And I just thought that her tights got fat. Damn fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally I started measuring people with my eyes again. Everyone I met and see. This is something I made before rehab. Now it's back. And so it only took 2 1/2 weeks to get my mind back in pre-rehab shape. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 weeks and I am back to restricting and even fasting, back to stepping ritually on the scale, back to drinking 3 sips of water after every bite I take. On one hand I am sad about it. Not for me, actually, but for my family and friends, who tried there best and hoped so much that these month in rehab would succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's my fault. All is my fault. But I am so egoistic at the moment that I care much for my well-being than the one of others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-749289819068205289?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/749289819068205289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=749289819068205289&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/749289819068205289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/749289819068205289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-again.html' title='Back again'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-1089159354412334160</id><published>2008-02-27T19:47:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:47:27.725Z</updated><title type='text'>Off of Kekwick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th15.photobucket.com/albums/a352/thirdimpact/Emotions/th_puke.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://th15.photobucket.com/albums/a352/thirdimpact/Emotions/th_puke.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I got off of Kekwick. Not really voluntarily ( I planned it for a bit later), but there was nothing to do about. Actually I just broke down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I woke up an hour before the alarm clock rang. My heart was pounding, I felt hot and cold at the same time. I rolled from one side of the bed to the other, then suddenly I felt that I had to puke. So I jumped up and just toppled down as soon as I stood on my feet. So I crawled to the toilet and spent about half an hour there, throwing up water and rests of macadamia nuts. Disgusting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afterwards I crawled back to bed since I still wasn't able to actually walk or even sit upright without being dizzy sick. I called my boss telling him that "I must have eaten something wrong" and took a day off of work. I stayed in bed for about another hour, then ate about 100 gramms of pickles and a tablespoon of rasperry jam to set my blood sugar straight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later I went to the doctor to get my sick certificate. Told her a story about ill colleagues and that I probably got contracted which she believed until she wanted to measure my blood pressure and saw my red bracelet. Stupid me forgot to give her the other arm... So she started asking annoying questions such as "You didn't do that on purpose - puking?" and "You're not falling back into old habits, do you?". Great. Of course I said that everything's fine, I eat regularly, therapy was great anyway, everybody including myself is oh-so-happy now and if I was throwing up on purpose she would be the last person I'd go to to complain about. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, back to the topic: I was on Kekwick for 2 days and 2 nights and I lost 2,4 kg (that's 5,3 lbs). That's more than I expected and it would have probably taken much longer with a liquid fast (coffee, diet pepsi, broth). Never did a water fast, so I am not sure about how Kekwick results are compared to that. But I think it was the one and only time I did Kekwick. It was really gross to eat all that fat and feel it in your stomach. And getting out of the fast wasn't nice, too. I think I'm just back to restricting...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-1089159354412334160?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/1089159354412334160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=1089159354412334160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/1089159354412334160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/1089159354412334160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/02/off-of-kekwick.html' title='Off of Kekwick'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-8822638850949251917</id><published>2008-02-26T15:13:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:47:41.863Z</updated><title type='text'>Good ol' Madonna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/R8QspAMObmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mznG89khImM/s1600-h/madonna-arm-muscle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171307355065708130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/R8QspAMObmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mznG89khImM/s200/madonna-arm-muscle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good old Madonna, 49 years now, looks more scary than ever. To have no fat on your body is adorable, no need to discuss that. But having no fat but more-than-Schwarzenegger-muscles is scary! Look at her arms! Is this still human or does she morphe like another "God of Pop" (you know who I mean) into some sort of transcendental alienated being? Is she still human or does her body consists of android machine parts nowadays? Is this what the pop music business does to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-8822638850949251917?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/8822638850949251917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=8822638850949251917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/8822638850949251917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/8822638850949251917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-ol-madonna.html' title='Good ol&apos; Madonna'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/R8QspAMObmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mznG89khImM/s72-c/madonna-arm-muscle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-6471101986130193038</id><published>2008-02-26T07:31:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:47:55.047Z</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;8:34 a.m.: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired, I am thirsty, and I'm thinner. Wasn't able to get on the scale this morning, but my pair of jeans feels not so tight anymore! I won't be able to get near food (thus macadamia) until the early afternoon and I hope I can make it through my second day. I feel a slight feeling of hunger, but I hope I can "drink it away".&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:08 p.m.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed the stress in the morning quite well, although I got a bit dizzy when I had to lift a lot. We had a press conference in the morning and I had to carry a lot of stuff (like roll ups, beamer, notebook, and so on). Wasn't so hungry and killed the feeling of hunger with a lot of water. Bought macadamia nuts at half past one and ate half of the can which actually didn't stop my hunger, but made it even grow. Had to hide the can in my bag now so that I stop and don't eat all nuts at once. Still a lot of hours to go until the day's over. And I know there will be more hunger soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:54 p.m.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two comes slowly to an end. Still about 10 nuts left, so this will be my dinner a little later. I feel tired and a bit dizzy, but ok anyway. I planned to come off Kekwick tomorrow, but obviously this won't work, since I have an appointment in the evening and I can't be at home until 10 pm or so. And I won't come off during the night when I maybe have to go to the washroom every half hour... So I'll have to add a fourth day and use the Thursday evening to get back to carbs again. This must end in a positive result then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-6471101986130193038?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/6471101986130193038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=6471101986130193038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/6471101986130193038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/6471101986130193038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/02/morning-of-day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-5562278074763352885</id><published>2008-02-25T21:01:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:48:09.366Z</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: Done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i32.tinypic.com/bi5h5t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i32.tinypic.com/bi5h5t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day one of the Kekwick Fat Fast is over in a couple of minutes. I just have to wait until my face mask is done, then I'm off to bed. I am doing the mask because I am afraid that all the fat I am consuming will make my skin look like a pizza... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, how did it went so far?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate about 150 grammes of macadamia nuts which make about 1.000 calories. I drank about 2 litres of pure water and took some extra vitamin c and iron. I drank three small cups of coffee, which wasn't probably the best I could do, because I think the soy milk I added (although it was little) repressed the ketosis a bit. Now, about 6 hours after the last coffee I really can feel it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am freezing as hell - just as if I was on the third day of a water fast. I am a bit tired, but I don't know if it has something to do with the Kekwick. Had a 12 hours office day today, so it's probably deriving from that workload. I am not hungry at all and I don't feel sick. Well, I did for a couple of hours right after the first hand full of nuts. They're so fat that my stomach was rebelling a bit. But it calmed down after about three hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to stay for at least another day, maybe two on the Fat Fast. And I hope I lose a lot of weight like other people did with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit afraid of coming off since I heard quite terrible stories of people hanging on the toilet for hours. Obviously your intestines start moving some hours after you first consumed carbs again. So I'll make sure I'll be at home at that time. Sorry if this sounds gross.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But off for now. I'm looking forward to sleep... and to what the scale will say tomorrow morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-5562278074763352885?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/5562278074763352885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=5562278074763352885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/5562278074763352885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/5562278074763352885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-1-done.html' title='Day 1: Done!'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i32.tinypic.com/bi5h5t_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-6124850166388707057</id><published>2008-02-24T16:03:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:48:23.050Z</updated><title type='text'>Old School Pro Ana - where art thou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i28.tinypic.com/a0yqly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i28.tinypic.com/a0yqly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The world has changed. I got "old", kids wear Kurt Cobain T's although they weren't born when he died, and Pro-Ana forums ban people who share tips with others or look for fasting buddies. In almost every set of board rules in the "scene" you can smell the do-gooders... and I wonder why that happened. For me it's elementary to talk with others about how to solve this or that problem (which is receive a tip / get to know a trick). It's elementary to look for buddies to motivate one another when you've again hit the rock bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why is this proscribed nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;Why did all these people who formerly were members of Pro-Ana Nation or whatever now pretend to be the big saviours of all?&lt;br /&gt;Why all this lecturing?&lt;br /&gt;What's left of "pro ana"? An empty word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-6124850166388707057?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/6124850166388707057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=6124850166388707057&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/6124850166388707057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/6124850166388707057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/02/old-school-pro-ana-where-art-thou.html' title='Old School Pro Ana - where art thou?'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.tinypic.com/a0yqly_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-297449276253324800</id><published>2008-02-24T10:55:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:48:50.267Z</updated><title type='text'>Reset &amp; Restart</title><content type='html'>After some bad days of binging I really have to work harder on myself. I will start the "Christian Bale Diet with variation" on Monday and I hope to get back into my "pre-rehab" shape with it. The maximum of things to eat from Monday will be a can of tuna (or a substitute of max 120 calories -&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.nhs.uk/pages/gallery.html"&gt;http://www.nhs.uk/pages/gallery.html&lt;/a&gt;) and an apple. Drinking is limited to water, coffee and diet Pepsi. No fruit juices, no vegetable juices, no alcohol. When I eat less or even do fast - the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so much I can finally overcome my rehab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i25.tinypic.com/28s4w8w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i25.tinypic.com/28s4w8w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-297449276253324800?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/297449276253324800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=297449276253324800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/297449276253324800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/297449276253324800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/02/reset-restart.html' title='Reset &amp; Restart'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i25.tinypic.com/28s4w8w_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-1327741302100098804</id><published>2008-02-23T15:40:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:49:04.860Z</updated><title type='text'>About failing</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I gave in to craving. And the whole thing ended in a major binge. I ate and ate and ate even my stomach ached. I just couldn't stop stuffing food in my mouth. And since I still haven't figured out how I can get rid off the food I ate (I just &lt;em&gt;CAN'T&lt;/em&gt; throw up. My body simply refuses to give away the food once swallowed), everything stayed in my belly and made me fat. Aprox. 1.500 calories, it were. Package of ketchup flavoured potato crisps and several pieces of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooo disappointed. I mean I really thought about not giving in. But nevertheless I just couldn't stop. I went to the shop nearby, bought the crisps, went home, got in bed, switched the tv on and started to stuff myself with the crisps. When the package was empty, I went to the kitchen and got the chocolate of my bf out of the fridge and ate it also. My stomach was already aching as hell and I wondered about myself how I just could go on and on. But I couldn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like observing me and my actions from the outside, like I was another person watching me.. Scary. But not as scary as all the food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a piece of crap. I just can't control myself. This binging has to stop &lt;em&gt;NOW! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must think of some sort of punishment for eating that much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-1327741302100098804?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/1327741302100098804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=1327741302100098804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/1327741302100098804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/1327741302100098804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/02/about-failing.html' title='About failing'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-5846329180005492983</id><published>2008-02-22T13:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:49:21.773Z</updated><title type='text'>Craving</title><content type='html'>I would kill for a bag of potato crisps right now. I can even see me buying one in front of my inner eye. I can taste them, hear me chewing them! I think about when and where I could buy them, that I could eat them on my way home... I am CRAVING so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me stay strong...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-5846329180005492983?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/5846329180005492983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=5846329180005492983&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/5846329180005492983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/5846329180005492983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/02/craving.html' title='Craving'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-191931151882927508</id><published>2008-02-22T08:09:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:49:35.891Z</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday I could avoid going to lunch with my colleagues, today it will be way more difficult. Actually today should have been my green tea day because the weekend will be "fat" again, having to eat with my bf all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure yet how to get out of this. Maybe by simply pretending to have eaten already and then take only a drink.. Or a soup or something... And eat nothing more for the whole day then. Not the &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt;, but at least &lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt; solution. &lt;/p&gt;Read about the "Christian Bale Diet" yesterday. He lost like 27 kilogrammes by eating only one can of tuna and an apple a day for two months.. And I read about this Argentinian model who lived on apples and tomatoes. Maybe I should try something similar instead of fasting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-191931151882927508?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/191931151882927508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=191931151882927508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/191931151882927508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/191931151882927508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/02/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-5510392971888487927</id><published>2008-02-20T15:36:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:49:52.671Z</updated><title type='text'>A really bad day</title><content type='html'>This day is probably one of the worst ever. Ate more than 500 cals so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrambled eggs: 240&lt;br /&gt;Pickles: 48&lt;br /&gt;Fruit Milk: 215&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is total HORROR! What a fat ass I am. Completely lost control and still I am hungry. The last two days were great, I had under 50 cals each and now I screwed it up with 500! And these 500 will be 600 or 700 by the end of the day. That sucks badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even dare to get close to the scale during the next days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-5510392971888487927?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/5510392971888487927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=5510392971888487927&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/5510392971888487927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/5510392971888487927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/02/really-bad-day.html' title='A really bad day'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-6074231167239425604</id><published>2008-02-17T17:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:50:20.864Z</updated><title type='text'>Solid food is the devil!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I hardly ever binge as long as I do not consume solid food. So, as often as possible I reduce my intake to liquids, such as diet pepsi, water, coffee, low fat or soy milk and miso soup. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Solid food is the devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Don't give him a chance to destroy you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-6074231167239425604?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/6074231167239425604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=6074231167239425604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/6074231167239425604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/6074231167239425604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/02/solid-food-is-devil.html' title='Solid food is the devil!'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-6865444356931706886</id><published>2008-02-17T16:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:50:35.048Z</updated><title type='text'>HBO: Thin</title><content type='html'>"Eating disorders affect five million people in the U.S., and more than 10% of those diagnosed with anorexia nervosa will die from the disease. Seeking to put a human face on these sobering statistics, acclaimed photographer Lauren Greenfield went inside a Florida treatment center to tell the stories of four women who are literally dying to be thin. The devastating HBO documentary THIN reveals what she found there - and explores the issues underlying their illness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A must see for everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=pnZ8dt2W7Lc"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=pnZ8dt2W7Lc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=RGKGxfnG1FI"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=RGKGxfnG1FI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=GIP9_8vpbYI"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=GIP9_8vpbYI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=nake1jdcAMM"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=nake1jdcAMM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=e3o9XeTPP4Y"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=e3o9XeTPP4Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=m9fzQaSl72A"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=m9fzQaSl72A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=KhDWaK3EyWU"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=KhDWaK3EyWU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=mnNUcuHUuVE"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=mnNUcuHUuVE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=mQHEhkXbdto"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=mQHEhkXbdto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=p_ldGxTEScM"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=p_ldGxTEScM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=_o_VCmHo1iY"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=_o_VCmHo1iY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-6865444356931706886?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/6865444356931706886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=6865444356931706886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/6865444356931706886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/6865444356931706886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/02/hbo-thin.html' title='HBO: Thin'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-756204287820986864.post-580367104080361216</id><published>2008-02-17T14:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:51:09.844Z</updated><title type='text'>Me and my life</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is my first entry in my Journal. Not sure what to write, to be honest. Maybe I'll give some you some info first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Leni. I'm originally from Sweden, but I am currently living in Austria. I went here to study after school, got back to Malmö afterwards and then again I am here. I am anorexic and spend the last ten month in rehab - hopping on and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the rehab because my family and friends wanted it that way and I couldn't bear their sadness any longer. I did it for them so that they don't worry anymore. Or at least less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gained a lot of pounds during that time and everybody was happy. Everybody except me. Now that the treatment is over, I am back to my old habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this long time of rehab with several stays in closed treatment and many attemps of brainwashing me I am still not able and especially not willing to let loose my ED. &lt;strong&gt;Quite the contrary:&lt;/strong&gt; After gaining so unbelievably much during that time I am even more panicking and determined to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that most people (even on pro-ana forums) want to help me with comments like "you're going to make it" and "it's not so bad to have a binge once in a while" , but sometimes I feel like beeing in treatment again when people tell me that everything's fine and everything will be ok although I just ate 800 cals of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that these people want to calm me down and that the reaction I get is actually the best for me and my health and my mind and everything, but nevertheless it feels so wrong... Because I know that it is not ok for me to ruin my life by eating chocolate and gaining weight from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hard to myself - because this is the only way I can make clear to myself where my goal is and what I aim for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; my ED, I do &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; being an ana and I do &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; having control and so being better than all the fat cows out there stuffing food in their mouths. And I don't want to get rid off that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others get satisfied by buying shoes, by eating chocolate, by winning a race, by getting good grades, by earning lots of money... I get satisfied by making it through the day without food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, I'll go on visiting pro-ana forums and websites, and I am thankful for the support I got and still get there. But I also need "other" support. Support from people who do really understand and accept my view. And I don't know where and if I can get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so alone and I really would need people to talk to who think and feel in the same way I do. Poeple who don't want to cure me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/90714784/Placebo_-_Running_Up_That_Hill.mp3"&gt;Placebo - Running Up That Hill&lt;/a&gt; - a cover of a Kate Bush classic. Listen and enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/756204287820986864-580367104080361216?l=pureana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/feeds/580367104080361216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=756204287820986864&amp;postID=580367104080361216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/580367104080361216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/756204287820986864/posts/default/580367104080361216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pureana.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-world.html' title='Me and my life'/><author><name>Leni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02241885078149547334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qw7_CH1Op_0/SXSjETIaRoI/AAAAAAAAADY/a-eEtxMsWTI/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
