I was so moody that I turned off a lot of people, but I didn't really notice the changes. I didn't realize that what was going on was bulimia until my freshman year of college when a friend of mine brought it up. She helped me go and see a counselor, even though I then denied everything. I'm now a senior and still fighting. People don't understand this is an addiction.
Some days are good, some days are really bad, but never in the middle.
I hope that I can beat this one day, but it doesn't look like that'll happen anytime soon. There have been explanations that bulimia first began in the middle ages, where people in celebration gorged on food and then induced purging so that they could go back to the party and eat more with their friends. However, bulimia is not about purging for the sake of having to go back to a celebration. It's about emotional pain more than anything. These statistics don't include the large amount of people that don't go for treatment, either.