Is just something it would seem we have to deal with in life. Basically what this boils down to is that I ate like a horse in Amsterdam and then was so exhausted that I just stayed in all weekend and ate like a 600lb person, that I am going to finish this challenge very poorly with probably 2kgs lost. However. I swear to fuck I'm going to keep going dudes. Cuz I just want it so bad and surely perserverance is going to win at the end of the day. Even if it takes me 4 month long challenges, I swear I'm going to get down again. I'm stubborn. Whatevs. Today I've had: a soy latte (148), pop chips (88), absolute zero monster (15), two Linda sausages (208), asparagus (50), vegan butter (for the asparagus, I know! 50), blueberries (70) and soy milkshake (158) which is a grand total of (*please excuse my stoned maths*) 787... Or thereabouts. Which is okay. Didn't weigh in this morning, it was too shameful, but will face the music tomorrow.
Also, just remember that the final weigh in is on Sunday. As we can all see I've lost horrifically, but fuck it, owning it!