I realised how much I've missed my mum's cooking. When I was about 16 and entrenched in my eating disorder I stopped having it because I didn't know how many calories were in what she was cooking. Estimating was freaking me out and then as time wore on and my calories got more and more ridiculous I didn't have room to fit any kind of meal into my allowance. I was living off empty carbs like rice cakes, and other pointless nutrition-less things like diet coke and sugar-free jelly that filled me up for minimal calories. Now that I'm on a higher calorie count I can fit them, which is so nice because my mum is an excellent cook and it makes her happy that I want to eat her food again.

I seem to be living off smoothies as well. We ran out of orange juice so now I'm drinking Innocent strawberry & banana. And I genuinely think all the fresh food is making me feel better, body-wise. I don't feel so weak, taking a trip down the hall isn't taxing. My mental energy is increasing and in a few days I'd like to think I'll be walking round the house a bit more rather than lying comatose in bed all day.