So...this is my first post...exciting stuff eh?

Well, it would be, but I don't really know what I'm doing. I mean, I don't know what I'm doing in a technical sense, and in a sense that I can't believe I am doing this, that I am going to write things down that I have disclosed, willingly, to a very limited number of people.

Now it has come to the crunch, I find myself unable to actually write what I intended. I can see the words there in my mind, swishing around, tauntingly, like a big juicy carrot being dangled, swaying to and fro, teasingly in front of a starving donkey. I'm such a coward. It's probably because I'm ashamed of my selfishness that I find it hard to admit my stupidity.

Someone once told me, 'just blurt it out', and perhaps that is the best thing to do. Get it out and over with, and then wait and see what the reactions are...

So, I have finally admitted that I have an eating disorder, and am now standing on the edge of a precipice. I can choose to keep on walking and keep falling into this abyss of hell, or take the little footbridge to help me across - but the path is so long and challenging, that sometimes, remaining the same is easier, and safer.