I've held back from commenting because I truly understand where you are at and that my words won't matter. But maybe it will help a bit to know other people have walked the walk and made it (although battle-scarred and not always perfectly balanced) to the other side.
I am a firm believer that anorexia is never really "cured." At least for me. Like alcoholism, I believe it can be conquered and controlled (aren't we the very BEST at control?), but "she" is always there lurking, ready to pounce again when properly triggered. I have always referred to my anorexia as The Dragon and this "thing" we do as our "dance." I consider myself, at this moment in time, in remission.
As the mother of four grown adults and the grandmother of eleven grandchildren ranging in age from two to eighteen, I can honestly say I have been on the eating disordered path a long, long time. There were times I thought I had broken free, only to collapse willingly in The Dragon's grasp and begin The Dance once again. Let me share with you just a few of the things The Dance has left me with....Two babies in heaven. One child who should have died. Osteoporosis. Degenerative disk disease. Migraines. Fibromyalgia. Brain inflammation. Horrible dental issues. Gastrointestinal issues you would rather not know about. Chronic pain. Guilt. And so much more.
Is/was The Dance worth it? For me, of course not. I live with the deaths of two of my children. The one thing, however, that snapped me out of restriction was pregnancy. But the damage was already done.
I deeply understand the addiction...the compulsion...that need for control. And for me, that need for perfection. Even though I have never been overweight, I still struggle with mirrors and still daily check the scale. Those awful, ugly, demeaning messages still play on repeat in my brain. Today, I am in control instead of The Dragon. I know how hard it is. Find your motivation. Do it for YOU. Do it for your sanity now, and for your health in the future. I wish I had, but for years and years I tuned out the voices of doctors, nutritionists, specialists, family, and friends and listened only to her - my lovely Dragon. She turned out not to be so lovely after all. I care...and I understand.