That's funny that you mention that. I was bulimic from the time I was 12 and didn't really start to recover until my mid-twenties. And even after that I would have periods of times where I would have set backs. My mom has a two family house and I put a bunch of money in the lower half so David and I could move in and even though I am not going to act on the urges, I get these urges to make myself throw up the way I used to when I lived with her. It's really strange to feel myself regress like that. I guess my saving grace is being pregnant and knowing better than to do it. But it feels like I am retraining my mind again.