Now, I'm really not fucking kidding - I count calories in my dreams. I had this really crazy dream last night which spanned a whole day and in the dream, I was eating. Naturally I was counting the calories in my mind and the whole dream revolved around what I was doing and counting calories. Like, I had some coffee with a friend and was doing my calculations in my head before I ordered. And then had a nibble on the train, which I counted. I woke up at 900 calories. It was almost as if I was totally grateful about waking up and realising that I hadn't actually eaten those calories. SO weird. I had a bit of a LOL about it when I woke up. Like next. level. shit.
In other news, I weighed in at 64.7kg when I went to sleep last night and at 64.3kg when I woke up this morning. I've had about 950 cals today. I know, I know it's high, but I've been dying for a chicken schitzel for fucking ages and I finally let myself have it. So there was that, an orange and my coffees with honey. I'm hoping to see 64 flat tomorrow. I didn't sleep very much last night, so I'm hoping to get an early night tonight and an early start tomorrow, cuz I have work to do. Maybe try to do some work tonight. I also cleaned my entire flat today, so hopefully that burned some calories. It involved vacuuming, which I actually moved my bed and couch for. Washing the kitchen floor by hand, because I'm too self-conscious to buy a mop. Yes, self-conscious - as in I won't walk down the road holding a mop. I also walked to the police station to check if my wallet had been turned in, which it hasn't - no big though - and that was about 2 miles of walking. So I'm hoping my net was around 800 cals. Hopefully it will translate into a loss anyway.
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