This Crazy Life

Wednesday her doctor told her she had maintained.  She told her to keep doing what she was doing.  I left the appointment feeling good.  She hadn’t lost more.  She brought it up on her own.  I was feeling good until I got home and actually counted the calories that I know she’s consuming and came up with 500 calories max.  She’s not maintaining on that.  She’s manipulating her weight.  I would almost bet on it.  Which makes sense as her paranoia about calories, and oil, and fats are increasing.  Which always happens as her weight goes down.  We don’t go back to the doctor for 2 weeks.  2 weeks.  Because she maintained.  Of course I can get her in earlier if needed or we can go to the ER if we get to that point.  I really want to search her room.  But she locks it and sets up traps to know if anyone has messed with her stuff.  This morning I got questioned about putting oil in her cups because they weren’t exactly like the picture she took of them.  No one touched your cups.  And even if we touched your cups they are in a tied off plastic bag.  And you would notice if we rubbed oil or butter all over them.  But that’s what we’re dealing with.  Again.