A day in the life of Anorexia Nervosa.

The doctor sits me down and in her usual caring manner relays that I'm heading downhill fast, am now well into the weight criteria for Anorexia Nervosa, and should be in hospital. Even sitting here in the state I am in, I marvel and the stupidity of that. My internal world and behaviors have not changed for months, but all of a sudden my diagnosis changes because I lost another X amount to get below the hallowed threshold? Who even decided where that line that I have been chains gall this time is?