Excuse Me?

So I have been going to my therapist for a while now and I've actually gotten use to it. This time my therapist decides to tell me at the end of my session that I only have TWO sessions left. What? She hasn't even spoken to me about the issues she has discovered about me! How can I only have two left? After hearing the "wonderful" news, I walked out feeling uncertain. I told my teacher the news since she is very gong ho about the whole therapy thing and she...well I think she was kind of surprised when I told her that my therapist thought I was doing well. To be honest I'm kind of surprised as well. I thought she would recommend more sessions because I know there were more issues that she wanted to address with me.

What's bugging me about this is that I can deny to everyone around me that I'm fine and I don't need anymore therapy but I know that I could use some more sessions. I don't think I was doing that well, actually I thought I was doing worse because of my moods. I think I'm going to ask for more sessions, I mean what harm could more therapy do, right?

I also haven't really spoken about my eating issues because they're up and down all the time. Usually I will be alright for a few days and I will eat substantial amounts of food but then there is always at least 3 day in the week where I will look in the mirror and feel so crappy about the way I look and that is when the eating issue arises. When I feel this way my mind will literally tell me " you look too fat today, don't eat" so I know that day will be a battle to eat. Monday was not a good day, I wouldn't let myself eat until at least 7 o'clock pm. Those days are always tough because there is only so much you can do to distract yourself from the hunger pains but I manage. So far the rest of the week has been good. I still have the constant guilt when I eat something but I try and tell myself I need to eat to live.