Ana Rex Sia

So the summer's over. Here I am dazed and confused.

I feel guilty I didnt blog. I attempted to do so but I just became lazy in the end. So I opted for disclosures on mute. That has to be the most viable excuse I have.

But this drought over updates doesnt neccessarily mean my summer was bland. It however was well, uhmm... freighteningly psychotic. Whoever decided to resurrect my inner Gandhi wasnt really funny. And by that I dont mean my delusions for world peace. The antibiotics I took when I had the measles somehow was responsible for me developing anorexia. Yes, I was anorexic over the summer. For a good two weeks. My insides turned inside out. It refused food or anything substantially resembling food. I didnt even have junk food. Contrary to popular culture, bungee-jumping down the weighing scale is no fun at all. I've always had weight issues. While people around me are obsessed at defying the pound-meter and have crusades against fat, I however struggle at keeping up with my calorie intake. My weight drops and climbs from 95 to 100 lbs. On good days, I'm a 100, on bad days, I'm 95, on worst, I'm at 92. People always surmise I have an eating disorder. I wish I did so I could have a palpable defense when someone asks me that age-old question: Why are you thin? That's as bad as the other question: Why are you still single?

I'm slowly recovering however. Vital signs good.