In pursuit of being fabulous

How do you know you are on the brink of an eating disorder?

Went to the gym this morning and despite my heavy drinking and late night Kebab van runs for the last week, the scale said that I lost 6 pounds. I could have sworn I gained weight, because I thought my clothes were fitting funky.

Maybe the pints just left me bloated?!

So what is going to be my afternoon activity? Finding someone who knows their weight and dragging them to the gym with me to make sure that the scale is correct. And if I cant find a willing accomplice—make the front desk woman get on the scale herself and confirm my suspicions.

Or maybe I should just suck it up when I finally buy an umbrella, throw in a scale too?