[Sorry if it's not well translated]
I think back to the worst period of my anorexia. I only ate half a grapefruit a day and a few broccoli cooked in water.
And sometimes I didn't eat anything for three days. I drank between 2 and 6 liters of green tea a day.
But if you also want to succeed in starving yourself to this point, know that you will not lose weight. That's my experience, with such a restriction, the body does everything so that you no longer lose weight.
And okay, we feel euphoric, we have a kind of sense of all power... but that's at the beginning.
Then comes depression, and we feel like crap because this grapefruit, these few swallowed broccoli seem to us to be a proof of our weakness. I was crying when I ate this, I thought I wasn't depriving myself enough.
I never felt valid.
I was doing several dizziness/discomforts/fainting(?) a day, I had bruises all over my legs and I didn't care.
And the depression got so bad... the only time I found a little bit of that euphoria was when I finally managed to find the courage to try to kill me.
I don't wish anyone would come to this.
I don't want to be so sick again.
Yet I can't recover, but I try not to make things worse by becoming so extreme again.