... is how I feel right. Fuck. Wow. Just tired and run down. Wow. Wow. Wow.
Day two of the fruit fast has gone well. I had to make a huge dinner for my whole family, which is no small feat let me tell you. And so I did. And managed to pull a 'I feel sick' so that I didn't have to eat. Also had to field question after question about my weight *sigh* I wish they would just leave me alone. But anyway, at least I am noticeably losing. Which is great :) :)
I have had two apples, three cups of green tea and half a cantaloupe today. That's it. Wow, I'm almost too tired to be proud of myself.
I have a fitting tomorrow with designers for the fashion show tomorrow morning. Which I am rather looking forward too. Unless nothing fits me. In which case, I am going to feel like shit. Fuck, I am actually quite nervous. Fuckety Fuck. Going to have a quick glass of wine with my neighbour shortly. Who is this awesome little skinny bitch - but in the BEST possible way. I have given up on myself and the boy. Going to move out at the end of January. And that's fine by me. I wish April would come so that I can get to London.
*sigh* You know, my gran said to me tonight, in relation to my weight loss - "you got to take care of yourself, because nobody else will." Wise old lady.
Strength & Courage