So last night/yesterday arvo turned into a total fucking disaster. Not only did I eat the hugest hamburger known to man kind, three long island ice teas, fries, two dacquiris, two glasses of wine, three shots of tequila, (and then when I got home pissed off my bracket), two small bags of crisps and pot noodles, BUT I also made out with my ex (the lovely Polish one) and pretty muched hooked up with him in the bathrooms at the bar. Classy Piggy, really fucking classy. And then he even started going on about how he wants us to give it another try blah blah blah, which in my drunken state, I was like 'hells yeah mutha fucker'.
So today I weighed in at 63.8kg (which is 1kg up from yesterday - I'm sure it is just food weight, but still) and I felt like my hangover was going to kill me this morning. Although, as I sit here now I don't feel too bad. In the past six months, I've been below 62 three times and every fucking time I am under 62 I fuck it the fuck up. I'm so pissed off with myself for doing this, AGAIN. Anyway, and the consequences of a hangover were that I had to eat lunch or I wouldn't have made it through the day. So today I have had a Venti Skimmed Latte from Starbucks, which is probably about 130ish and a chicken wrap with yoghurt sauce for lunch. I'm sure the wrap was somewhere in the region of 600ish, so I'm okayish for today. But it isn't going to be great tomorrow. As long as I don't gain tomorrow I'm happy. Cuz I can get down to 61 by the end of the week if I try hard. So I'm not having dinner. And tomorrow I'm fruitoxing again.
Today was also a very awkward conversation with the ex, cuz it was like. I know we were drunk, but what's the story? So he basically said that he did mean it, but he doesn't know how it will change his life. And that it was a thought he should have probably finished. Basically, I think he realised that maybe he was being a bit crazy to think we could work out. But now he's kinda left me hanging, cuz he hasn't said yes or no. Anyway, going into winter I think it's something I might want. But I don't know... I mean... the German. I am totes into him. But it's getting really hard with the distance and what not. Anyway, I don't fucking know. I don't fucking care. I just want to go to sleep. I'm okay with being alone. So at the end of the day, it doesn't really matter.
Peace & Love