Today is exactly one year since I moved to London and I think it's fair to say that it has been a fucking rough, yet awesome year and it's only going to get better. Well I hope it's only going to get better. As of right now, I'm still fucking broke, but hey. What's new. Also, I'm stuck inside all fucking weekend. Because I have so much work to do. The agency that I work for is really busy at the moment, so instead of being able to gradually phase out my current work, I have to finish a million projects this weekend so that I can actually come home from work next weekend and not have to stay up till 2 in the morning working. Fuck. Balls. Anyway, I will get it done. I will get it done. I will get it done. I have to finish 2 things today, both of which are edits. And then three things tomorrow, but I can and I will.
In other news, yesterday I had about 550 cals which was fine. I weighed myself this morning and I weighed 63.6, which it totally fine. I'm still optimistic that by Monday I will weigh 63 flat. 1kg a week is my current goal and it's going fine so far. Today, I've had an orange and then in about three hours I am going to have some roasted potatoes with ketchup. That's my current thing that I'm doing, so that I get the carbs that I crave and some vitamin C. And the total for that should be 500 for the day also. I usually slice the potatoes really thin so that they are like the size of fries. Makes me feel like I'm eating the junk food that I want, but without the deep fried oil and shit that goes with it. I've also got super low-cal mayo that is 10 cals per tablespoon, so I have some with it as well. All in all. It will be fine. Also. I quit smoking last night. So I'm almost a day with no cigarettes. I'm determined to kick this nasty habit.
Love & Potatoes