This morning, MAGICALLY, I weighed in at 63.7kg. Oh. My. Fucking. God. I'm totally fucking happy about this. Like. I wasn't expecting it and I keep expecting to hit a wall. Today so far I've had about 600 cals, but David is coming over now and we are going for dinner. He wants to go for dinner, I just want to have some crackers and be done with it. I want to make sure that I still go gluten free and make sure that I don't have a big main... or keep it as low-cal as possible. FUCK. I'm feeling really anxious about it. I don't want to go for dinner, because I don't want to gain tomorrow, but I don't want to ruin his good mood. ANYWAY. Wish me luck?
Fear & Anxiety