I broke one of my bones. For the sake of my privacy, I won't say which or how I did it. But surprise, surprise, as the bone was shattered, I was given the prescription drug oxycotton. After I finished the first bottle, I was given a refill on it. I forgot to take it this morning, and I couldn't even survive the school day. Sadly, the broken bone means that I am unable to exercise. This has been realllllyy hard for me.
I also got a new scale because my old one has been acting up. It says that I've been at the same weight for the last four weeks. Sometimes, I will step on the scale and it'll say 128 and then I'll step off and on again, and it'll raise up to 148. Zeroing it out was ineffective. I got a new very nice one. And I stepped on it, and to my delight, I weighed five- ten pounds less than my old scale had told me(because the scale never gave me an accurate reading). When i continued stepping on and off, it continued to read the same weight.
One of my friends from treatment has been telling me stories about the dynamic of her and her family. They encourage her to exercise. As a matter of fact, they more force it. She's constantly called bloated. In the park the other day, some little kid asked her if she was having a baby. She always complains about her weight, which is high. She complains about being considered 'obese'. Any tips or advice on how to put a stop to her constatly fishing for me to call her thin? I know it's important for teenage girls to hear, especially the vulnerable ones. However, she knows that I'm lying to her when I tell her that she's not fat. She's not incredibly obese, but she's 5'5 and weights about 180. I want to encourage her to live a more healthy life style rather than constantly binging/purging, but I don't know how to without sending her spiraling into more hatred for her body. I know how bad this sounds, but it really is out of love and care. Advice?
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