You know that feeling when you wake up in the morning after a big carb binge and you have that feeling in your stomach like... you're bloated and greasy feeling. That't how I woke up feeling this morning. After two days of very low intake, I woke up feeling like I binged. Wow, new issues ENTIRELY. So today, it seems as though I am fasting. I have had one cup of coffee and will probably have some peppermint tea a little later. I haven't fasted in absolutely ages, so it could be good. I also have absolutely no work to do, for the first time in ages I am going to chill like a rockstar. I got the cutest oxblood wedge heel ankle booties and they are to DIE for. So pretty. I hope they make my legs look super skinny. You know when girls have super skinny legs with chunky shoes, their feet look too big for them, that's what I want. I am going to take them for a spin a little bit later I think.
Thanks for all the lovely comments on my previous blog. I am absolutely dying without a scale and I remember bitching about this before I came to England, but I can't let my flatmate see my obsessive weighing, so that's why I have been not doing it. But let me tell you. It is SO hard, wondering wondering. Especially after a binge when you just NEED to know how much weight the binge has caused. Damn. It's so fucken weird that I get a lot of comments telling me that I am funny, which is so strange for me, because I don't try to be comic... I guess my brain just works in an amooseing way. I really want moose and food and pizza. I am almost planning a celebratory binge for when I move into my new flat, which is so weird. But I know that everyone has trouble eating in front of other people and most crazy binges happen when there is no one around to notice/judge. Fuckers. I just want carbs so badly. I may start dreaming of food again, although seriously not hungry. Fuggit.
Strength & Love