Okay, you know how sometimes when you're brushing your teeth the toothbrush slips and cuts your gums and makes them bleed?

Yeah, ouch indeed. I have to stop doing that trick.

Counsellor man was alright, albeit he was exactly like how I imagined him to be. Smiled a tad bit too much. I'd much rather it be like a "Anaylyse This" kinda situation, where I'm lying back in this easy chair and this slightly wonky Einstein-lookalike therapist nods and goes "mm...hmm..." and after which I'm supposed to be absolutely enlightened by the anaylysis of my abstract and totally non-productive dream sequences, Freud style.

Anyhow. I have to keep a binge diary, which I'm slightly skeptical about because I guess, I don't binge. Not in the way that is clinically-defined anyhow. He is more interested in the whole thought-process bit though, so I guess it shouldn't matter that much.

The bad thing about noting most details of my life here is that I worry a little what people who know me in real life will think. Do they feel like they have to be slightly more sensitive around me where food is concerned? If you are, don't be. :) I'm actually pretty sane when I'm in school and I actually eat like a normal human being. So. No worries there.