It is so difficult to sit in an office all day and watch everyone around me eat a hundred times in the space of eight hours and then look at me like a weirdo if I don't... I feel like - even though I don't want to go anywhere at lunch time, I feel like I may need to so that I can lie about eating. Welcome to the world of not being an anti-social recluse. On top of which, a new producer started and she sits at the desk next to me and she eats all day. And she's a tiny little french girl. Fuck. Her. For realsies. Anyhoo, the plan for this week is to not eat during the day and then have a small dinner in the evenings, which so far has been going really well. Let's hope for a sub-63 weight tomorrow - fingers crossed. I'm seeing my doctor on Thursday so I am going to get some more prozac for my anxiety - I'm starting to think that I haven't given myself enough credit for how I was going to cope with the new job, because all in all I've been doing fine. Well even. I'm more or less on top of my work - and I'm doing quite well at it too. I led my first conference meeting today and it went pretty well, with the editors and printers of the magazine. Basically, it's going really really well. I'm just always tired. Which is a problem. Now just to focus on fixing my disastrous personal life. Joe is a thing of the past... Although we still chat now and then. It's pretty much over with now. Anyway, sub-63 tomorrow. WE CAN DO THIS GUYS!
Peace & Love