Dear Rita

 So.  My appointment at the clinic went really well, my team is all on board and almost complete; I just have to find a physical therapist to help with the whole "purging thru too much fucking exercise" issue, and I have a number and a referral to start that, plus I plan to check with my regular PT.  They have to be someone that has lots of experience working with this sort of stuff.

Very scared and prepared to fail occasionally but determined to keep trying ...and yeah, I'm slightly freaked out by the whole thing. 

I can cry now.  I feel so bony and weird and awkward...this must be what it's like being Popeye's girlfriend, Olive Oil.  Starting to look like her, too.

I'd rather be Diesel Oil, her brother.  Or both...I rock the androgynous look.