I am completely fucking perplexed because I have absolutely no idea how many calories I've had today. Honestly, I wouldn't even know how to begin counting them because my calorie counter and how much I know was in each of what I ate are completely at odds with each other. It definitely is not over 1000 that's for sure. I had half a banana for breakfast (60), a salad for lunch - okay it was a big salad but it was all veggies with a third of a small can of tuna in it, I had an apple (60), a medium hardboiled egg (60), a ton of gherkins which apparently only has 15 cals in it per 100g and I had about... 200g of them lets say. Then for dinner I had a bunch of vegetable curry - so there has been absolutely no carbs other than the banana, but it just feels like I've had sooooo fucking much. I would guess I'm somewhere in the region of... 750 for the day? There is no way that the salad was more than 200 and dinner was literally all vegetables... so... Yep, I have no idea. Anyway, it's almost not important. This morning I weighed in at 64.8kg and today is my fifth day in a row without binging so I'm quite happy about that. I'm hoping to be 64.5 tomorrow, but I do have my period so who the fuck knows how that is going to turn out. I had a bit of a spell at work today where all of a sudden I felt like I was going to faint... not even faint, more like I was going to fall asleep on the spot. Like I was on drugs or something. It was so very strange.
I have also decided that I'm going to cut my hair all off. In the same style as Agyness Deyn - we all know how much I love her, so I have another ten days before I'm going to have my hair cut. And for those who don't know - I've been growing my hair for about three years now. It is halfway down my back and really fucking long. I'm just really fucking sick of having long hair. I can't do anything with it - it just hangs there and trying to keep it in a reasonable condition just fucking kills me. It takes me twenty fucking minutes just to blow dry it. Seriously. Can't deal anymore. And I promised myself before that once I got down to 60kgs I'd cut all my hair off, which I chickened out of. So the time has come. I'm going to do it as soon as I get paid. Boo-fucking-yeah.
In other news, my office hottie got the cutest hipster glasses. He is the sweetest thing. I don't know if he tries to talk to me, but he does seem to butt into conversations that I'm having with people - although I'm fairly certain that he actually doesn't and there is just a lot of wishful thinking going on, on my part. Don't screw around at work Piggy. Not that I'd ever have the opportunity to do so. ANYWAY. Wishful thinking - he is so fucking gorgeous. ANYWAY.
It's a blonde revolution people - join us. :)
Peace & Blondes