Well this weekend ended up as a disaster, because I went out on Friday and Saturday night and got hammered. But had a really really good time, despite looking like a normal idiot, who is in no way skinny and beautiful. So I am back to 62kgs today. All my hard work from last week. But nevermind. I WILL be under 60 by Friday. No matter what. Today will be a 500 day. I have had 200 so far which has included two cups of coffee and a largeish salad for Lunch. I am having soup for dinner. Tomorrow and the rest of the week will range between 400 and 800.
I am finding that more and more, I am becoming conscious of the fact that I know if I fast, I will end up binging. My hope is that if I keep my calories consistent then I won't feel the need to binge. Although to be fair, even though I ate crap this weekend, I did not eat a lot of it. I wouldn't call it binging. I mean. I didn't eat myself to the point where I felt like I was going to explode.
Now, lets get down to business. Girls, as ya'll know. I am obsessed with the Killers/Brandon Flowers. DID I tell you that they released a new album this week. And Mumford and Sons. So two of my favouritist bands in the whole wide world released albums within days of each other. Now listen. There is no point to me telling you this, except that if you love me, you need to listen to these. *wink wink* Lol. No I'm kidding. I'm just saying in case anyone who loves 'em didn't know.
I met a man on Saturday night who is the loveliest thing on the planet, and looks like Matthew from Downton Abbey. You know. Blonde hair, blue eyes, tall and just SO lovely. He is a chef. But, he didn't ask me for my number. To be fair, it was an awkward parting and he didn't kiss very well. Maybe i'll see him again. Its a pity, but then. He doesn't kiss well. I LOVE kissing and if he don't kiss well... well you get where I'm going with this. It just won't work. And he's Australian. And je heart Aussies so much. There is a boy from Cornwall that is currently on my case, but he has a funny incisor. And teeth are important to me. Although, my ex had teeth like a horse that took teeth steroids, so perhaps I shouldn't be so fussy. Whatevs. I also rode a mechanical bull. Like a whore. There really is no way of doing this without looking like a whore. True story. It was fun, although. My thighs are so sore.
Mumford & Daughters