So I'm on day 4 of the detox and actually, so far so good. I mean. I have been eating way too much fruit and like... nuts, but haven't had anything that I shouldn't of. Ya dudes, it's good. So today being day 4 with absolutely no carbs, salt or dairy is going to be controlling calories to under 600 for the day. I really have been hitting the fruit hard, I feel like a bit of an orangutan like shoving fruit into my face. But it won't be like that today. Oh and raw almonds.
I'm super fucking high right now. I don't know what to write about. So, heartbreakingly, I weighed myself on my new scale and it is just awful. I feel absolutely enormous. Just huge as a whale. I'm not overly sad or depro about it, just really pissed off that I've let myself go so badly. But, this detox is going well and I'm just going to make damn sure I get right again. It really does prove that there is no such thing as not paying attention. It feels good to get back in the routine or weighing every morning. A rigid belief that certain foods are just not allowed. Yeah, been stoning for like... this is the third day in a row now. But to be fair. It is icy as fuck outside and I don't believe that it is actually safe to be out there. I mean, it's the goddamn icecapades out there. Next weekend is my new tattoo :D And I've also set myself the target of going out once a week to write somewhere. Like in Starbucks or something. I have to say, despite being enormous, I really feel like this novel thing is a good idea. I mean, if worst comes to absolute worst, I can always self publish. And even though that may be a little bit lame. I don't care.
Oh, and tattoo pics:
Something like that. But it needs to be smaller than the one on the girl in the pic, because it is on my collar bone/chest shoulder. Like. It can't go onto my arm at all and it needs to be a little smaller than my hand. So it's small, but I want crazy colour and lots of it. I'm going to the tattoo place next week to see what they can come up with. But stoked.
Peace & Love