I'm really feeling motivated right now, which is pretty cray-cray, I'm tellin' ya. I have not been tempted to binge since Saturday, not even a little bit. I mean - fuck it. I made it through a hungover day without binging. Today, Anthony (the super needy creepy guy from work from a few months ago that I blew off and then he hated me) asked to have coffee after work, because we've been bantering around the office a little bit. I mean I am a little worried about it, because I don't want him to think that me being friendly equates to me being into him, because I'm not. At all. Ain't gonna happen. Anyway, so we went to Starbucks, but I already knew what I was going to have for dinner and mentally prepared my calories for the day, so it wasn't in my budget to have my usual order, so I just ordered a black decaf. Simple as. Anyway, so I'm pretty damn stoked about that little thing. Today then I will have had around 700, which consisted of oatmeal for breakfast (140), half a vegan pizza for dinner (408) and salad with dressing (60), so actually. I'm only at 600 for the day. I may have a pear a bit later to up my current lacking in five-a-day. Anyway, it's beautiful. I'm stoked.
Today however when I weighed in I was at *MOTHERFUCKING* 62.4. Which is EXACTLY the same as what I was yesterday. I swear to fucking god, I get what people talk about with fucked up metabolisms. I think mine is shot now, because I had 600 and didn't lose.
BOLLOCKS TO HELL AND BACK MOTHER FUCKING CUNT BAG! Anyway, I figure that if I keep on with a good intake that it will eventually be okay and I will continue to lose. So hopefully tomorrow will be better and I will be sub-62. Wish me luck? 9 days till Cape Town.
Peace & Love