the right thing?

There is a truth. There is a truth. And what you want, or what you feel, or you need, isn't going to change the truth. Any more than it's going to topple a skyscraper. There's truth, and there's belief. Don't call a mule a stallion.
(From What Happened to Lani Garver, which is a really, really good book I've read like five times).
Yesterday, after I finally quit feeling dizzy, out of it, and, well, high, from the drug overdose (lithium, welbutrin, lexapro) I went to my mother. And I told her that I was having thoughts of slipping back into the bulimia, and that I wanted to lose five pounds the right way, by dieting/exercise, and weigh 105, and be comfortable and in control without throwing up or taking laxatives or anything of that sort.
I guess it was the right thing to do? I don't know I sensed myself slipping majorly... it didn't take much to sense I suppose, it was pretty obvious, and at first I just wanted to let it happen, but now I'm not so sure, there's got to be a better way to do this, there has to be a better way to live and have control, there has to be a truth out there...