So this morning I weighed in at 62.5kg, so the number is gradually getting lower and lower, getting back to 55 is going to be epic. Anyway, so it's nice to actually be feeling smaller again. My brain is so fried, I don't really know how to write this post. ANYWAY, so keeping calm and carrying on. My new job is absolute epic. I've already identified the office bulimic. She isn't that skinny, but she eats like manicly and this morning she told me that she walked to work this morning which took her two hours. Normal people don't do things like that. She walked from Vauxhall to Hammersmith. Dudes - that is a long ass way. ANYWAY. So today I had a little too much fruit on top of a Starbucks skinny latte and dinner. So I'm at around 900 for the day. Hopefully I can still maintain tomorrow or even... a little less. I'm still aiming for 62.0kg by the end of the week, but even though I've been steadily losing and not binging (DAY 6 MUTHA FUCKER), we all know that sometimes it just doesn't fucking work that way. I've been having massive problems sleeping at the moment. So to try and help myself out here instead of trying to perform on four hours of sleep, I'm going to go back on prozac for anxiety which should help with sleeping in the long run, but sleeping pills in the meantime just to make sure that I can actually rest. Last night I went to sleep at 11.30 and then woke up at 4... And have been awake since. I've still got so much work to do for my writing job, two projects left - breathe breathe. So I think I'm going to go to sleep now and then wake up early tomorrow morning and finish some of it. Yeah. Bed time I think. Anyway, I've rambled enough for ages.
Peace & Love