A loss is a loss, right?

Got super depressed when I weighed myself this morning... after 526 liquid calories and purging 190 of them in the shower, I was only down 0.1kg. 100 motherfucking grams. Crazy. I was super upset but whatever. I made it through two days and I haven’t eaten yet today. I’m in the library again and will be at uni until 4pm, then I have feast dinner and whatever. I might eat on Friday as well, then start a new fast until Monday/Tuesday, but I’m not sure yet. I can’t restrict for my life. I don’t even know. 64.9kg. So bittersweet. Annoying because all of my hard work in the last two days didn’t pay off, yet somewhat relieving because it (albeit stupidly) seems like a big step down from 65. I don’t know, whatever. Hopefully I don’t get too drunk tonight because that will prove to be detrimental and will ruin everything. I’ve always thought I could handle my alcohol well, even when I’ve been fasting, but the last two weeks have proved me wrong there. Fuck. Only one way to find out, right? Until next time, :’)