I've told my boyfriend that last night's exercise doesn't count in the going out once a month thing. Which he's pleased about because I think he wants to take me to a nicer place- last night was a good place, but it's pretty standard curry fare. I'm sure he has something fancy-ish in mind (well, as fancy as he/ we can afford), and possibly somewhere we've been before/ with significance to us. I'm also going to relinquish complete control in the 25-30 hours that it'll take me to fly home (I'm going with Finnair, so flying via Helsinki, which adds a few hours to the journey. Total flying time is ~21 hours direct Sydney- refuel somewhere in Asia- London- my location, plus layovers, and going via Finland adds a few hours. Maybe plus a few more including the inevitable delays). There are a number of "special diet" options, and I'm
not choosing the low calorie option. (On the flight I'm going on I have quite a few options, and I'm going with something indulgent). I also decided (mostly yesterday) that when I'm back in Australia, when visiting friends, I'm going to be more relaxed about the whole thing. I wasn't going to be- I'd all but decided to skip all of this stuff. Make sure I go to Max Brenner with my best friend and have a
glooooorious hot chocolate. Maybe go to Pancakes on the Rocks. Let one of my oldest friends take me out to Hog's Breath. Have some of the food that I've missed for nearly two years (TimTams, lamingtons, an Australian meat pie with proper tomato sauce, Australian ice cream, New Zealand ice cream... etc). I'm there for six weeks, I can space all of that out.
Sunflower, the control does bother me. Which is precisely why I did what I did last night- to see if I could. If I had trouble, that was a sign that I needed medical help. I didn't have trouble (apart from the toilet issues, but that was involuntary- not a mental health thing), I
enjoyed it (once I got over the small initial jitters of "I'm deliberately blowing up my diet"), and I plan to do it again. I'm not going to stop monitoring my own attitudes towards diet, because you're right, I should be concerned (yesterday was a massive wake-up call), but I think on balance I don't think it's something where I need massive intervention.
The crazy thing is, the progress and such doesn't bother me. I don't care if it takes me 5 weeks, 5 months, a year, etc. I'm reasonably happy where I am now, and while I want to lose a little more weight, I'm in no rush. I think it's more that this is the first time I've been so certain of what my body is doing and why, and that feeling is empowering and great for my self-esteem, so I don't want to relinquish it. And I don't know how much control I can give up before it goes back to my old ways of "I'm not going to eat anything I like, I'm going to eat smaller portions so I feel a little bit hungry all the time- because my mum and others say if you're not hungry you can't lose weight- and still put on weight. Then sod it and binge, and put on even more weight. Then start again" That was the way it used to be, and I never want to go back there again.
I wouldn't presume to put other people's diets down- I think the manifestation of my own diet is a combination of my own foibles and the problems with food I've had in the past. I still think my diet/ attitudes to food are better than they were, even if my new habits are more dramatically worrying from time to time. I don't feel guilty about food anymore. I have it or I don't. I don't feel guilty about last night, even though I'm sure it had a zillion calories, was really bad for me, made me a bit sick, and I didn't/ can't track it. It was done for a purpose, I did well, pick up, move on. (Rather than "oh noes I ate ice cream yesterday I'll never be fit/ healthy") - actually, no, I feel guilty about last night to the extent that my boyfriend ate it too and he really needs to lose weight (he's obese class 2), whereas at this stage I only want to.
Not offended at all

I said "eating disorder" first, and I'd rather be told if you or anyone thinks I have a problem. This is about me being healthy, getting over health difficulties, and living longer. Being neurotic and/ or getting myself killed don't work well in that equation.
Mady, thank you

And you're welcome to be harsh on me if you think I need it. It's not about looks for me, it's about being healthy and being in control of my own destiny. But I
am healthy (at least in terms of my weight), and control can be taken too far. I'm still thinking it over.
Need to stop writing essays here and get back to the essay I'm meant to be writing.