LaraT - I do kind of get it (from the opposite end). At my heaviest (that I know) I was just over 400 pounds. And although I knew I was heavy I don't think I ever thought I was that heavy. I do sometimes worry about how I'll be at the end of my weightloss (ie. will I ever be happy), but I'll worry about that later I suppose. Since I don't ever see me eating only 300 cals a day I suspect I'll find a good stopping place.
Jane - yep, they were a little too close in a way. I don't know if it was the results of their illness, but emotionally they were very flat. Especially when talking at one point to the older sister when they were telling her that they'd never been close with her. I can't help with the obsessions though, as I think I tend to go through little phases of compulsive organization myself.
