All I’ve done today is sit in a bed and gain weight. It’s driving me insane. It’s all I can think about. My stomach feels distended and depressingly bloated and I feel heavy, fat, and stuffed. Lunch was what’s quickly becoming a staple for them to send; a sandwich and a salad both crammed to capacity, as well as a serving of fruit and soymilk. But breakfast was also inordinately large. I can’t bear to be stuck here much longer. I’m trying to embrace recovery, but it’s basically like trying to give a cactus a hug. It just doesn’t work.