tried to diet so that I could fit into my red polka dot bikini. It felt like all my progress had been lost. I was back to my old tricks... Stealing food. Lying to the people I loved the most. Isolating myself so I could hang out with Bulimia. On one particular night of wild binging and purging, something terrifying happened. It felt like a dagger had been thrust into my heart. My Body Spasmed and I Curled Up Like a Baby on the Floor - Was I Dying? I had terrible visions of my Mom walking in and finding me dead, in a puddle of my own puke. What an awful way for her to learn my secret. Lying there with my teeth clenched in pain, I was having flashbacks on my recovery journey. The more I thought about it, the more everything started to make sense. Trying to lose weight by dieting was a big no-no. Even the thought of restricting my food made me want to eat everything in sight. Attempting to diet would lead back to bulimia every single time . I couldn't risk that. Because with this much pain in my chest, I wasn't sure I was going to get another chance. I knew I was lucky as the terrible pains started to fade away. I would live to see another day . But I knew that in order to recover I would need to use all the tips I'd learned over the past 6