So tonight I was supposed to be going out. But instead I opted for a cosy night in in front of the fire with the other half. This may not seem like a big deal. Or worth blogging about. BUT…we went to shop to get snacks and got a basket full of what can be described as junk food. Yep. You read correctly. A girl with anorexia bought a basket full of junk food. And what’s more. I don’t feel bad. I got exactly what I wanted. What I fancied. I didn’t once look at calories. I just chucked it all in. And I’m enjoying it. I can’t remember the last time I did this. And it feels good. It feels normal. Feels right.