These hips don't lie.

So the past few weeks I have been on a kindasorta diet.
Lunch involves a light yogurt (100 calories), a chocolate pudding (100 calories), a sting cheese (70 calories) and a coke (140 calories). Besides the cheese, I hardly finish any of it, so lunch is under 500 calories.
Dinner involves those progresso light soups which are around 100 calories per serving and I eat a whole can by myself so we'll say 200 calories.
Add a coke for my beverage of choice to that and dinner is 340 calories.
So on my diet, when I behave well and don't have any evil vendor lunches to interfer, I don't consume even 1000 calories a day.

According to the FDA, this is the sign of an eating disorder.

Most of my life, I haven't been a big eater. I don't LOVE food or eating. I usually only ate bc I had to. I remember the battles as a child and the term "happy plate" usually would lead to rewards.
My senior year of college, things changed. My body went through a big change and somehow, food became my replacement for alcohol.
I couldn't binge drink bc I had a lot responsibility. And I couldn't eat healthy bc I worked and went to school full time. Out the door at 6am, not home until 9pm. Long days, lots of stress, and bad habits created a big weight gain for me. Then I moved to Lufkin, and the only thing to do here that had any kind of social ties is going out to eat.
I finally had to put a stop to it.

And now I have an eating disorder?

Hmm...
I don't think I agree.
Nor do my hips.

I guess I'll just keep on going til someone has an "intervention" between me and my yogurt.