My eating this week has been crap. I’ve barely touched the food I brought. Ditto to the food they serve at the camp. The guys have been absolutely insane and it’s all I can do to keep myself from finding a sharp object and going to town. Add to all this a weird thing with the aforementioned coworker and it’s kind of a recipe for disaster. I won’t know for a couple days if I’ve lost weight over this shift, but the surge in eating disorder thoughts and behaviours makes me think yes.
I worry that I’m quickly approaching the point where I have to choose my recovery or my job, and I’m not sure which way I’m leaning right now.