I came clean to therapist today about how much weight I have lost.  Fudged a bit on the intakes though--told her they were higher than they actually have been.

She says she's not too worried at this point, since I'm not showing any signs of malnutrition.  (My hair is not falling out, my nails are not turning blue, no dizziness, no weakness, no fainting, no insomnia.)  But that the amount of weight I have lost is definitely not healthy and that she would advise me to eat more.  She also says the sad and the lack of appetite are signs of depression, which I knew already.

I'm having soup for dinner tonight again, but it's a soup with higher amounts of calories than normal (cream-based not broth-based).

Meh.  I had more to say, but I need to go prep for the two discussion sessions tomorrow and maybe finish this essay.  And I want to go to bed early tonight because I have to get up an hour and a half earlier than usual tomorrow to finish up compiling the discussion (because some people don't freaking post their contributions until midnight or later, even though the deadline is TECHNICALLY 5 pm today) and to change out the car pass for E's car so that he won't get ticketed.

Tomorrow I have that stuff in the morning, then straight to 3 hours of class, then straight to a 3.5 hour lab meeting, then set-up for the dept social, then the social, then pick up my dress for the wedding from the alteration people (had to have it taken in a bit under the arms because it was all gaping and showed my bra), then find some pretty earrings to wear for wedding and art show, then pack.  YIKES.  I think I will skip out on setting-up for the social and attending the social.  After all, I was the one who had to pick up all the food for it.  I have done my part.  The other lab guys can take care of it.  I feel kind of slacker for saying that, but hey.  I have shit going on.

Ok.  Work time.