I actually do want to see the counseler, but don't want to argue with my mother. It would hurt her badly, I think, to even suggest that she can't "cure" me on her own. I really think she's going about this too fast, though. The milk and cheerios made me still full at lunch, but I ate this huge, 1 lb orange anyway. I felt so gross, but ate really slowly and got it down. It felt so weird, eating when I wasn't even hungry! For the last half a year, i'd been denying myself food even when I was starving, and now to be eating when i'm still half-full...!
One good thing though--i looked in the mirror a few minutes ago, and couldn't see my ribs at all. More surprisingly, this didn't make me feel horrible, like i'd expected. I actually thought, "hey, I look okay. I look sturdier now--not all like a skeleton."