Ana & Mia

I woke up on Boxing Day to Ana and Mia yelling at me to do situps. As usual I followed their orders and before I knew it I was lying on the floor exhausted. I'm sick of a figment of my imagination controlling me. They were yelling at me for eating so much on Xmas Day (I ate about a fifth of what I normally would at this time of year) and also for the alcohol (First Cape White Sparkling and orange juice, and also some White Zinfandal). Mia was telling me whilst it was too late to get it all out of my body, she could manage to get some of it out. Ana was telling me there was no way I could eat today, I had to make up for the binge and fast. One thing lead to another, and to anyone else it would have looked like I was talking to myself in my room while I was getting ready for the long day ahead. But to me? I was arguing with a couple of bitches in my room. I went in a huff with them and ran downstairs, shovelling as much high-calorie crap as I could into my mouth to spite them. Mia insisted on a purge afterwards, but for once I ignored her. I went on my DSi and went on PT and ignored the voices in my head. I didn't say anything to them, because my father was beside me. Ana and Mia are driving me crazy. Help!