So FINALLY this year I'm going to actually make it to fashion week in London. To say that I'm excited would be an understatement. I have literally always wanted to go since I was a teenager. I booked my tickets yesterday and I'm so mutantly excited. This of course does mean that I can't eat for a week and the day before I am running a 5k mud-run in Finsbury Park in aid of breast cancer (Cancer Research UK). So hopefully, I'll be decently skinny before then. I'm going to be working out with my kettlebell every two days now. I've only done it twice mind you, but like whatever. I'm not feeling any different. I did promise that I was going to do a before and after pic - which I will. I'll do one next week Sunday which will be two weeks in. I think that's 7 workouts. So hopefully, it will look impressive ;).
I still haven't weighed myself and I've been restricting, but not calorie counting
(LIAR, I can't even stop myself anymore) ... well. More like - I'm not obsessively calorie counting anymore. Well, at the moment. I've keen doing around 800 - 1200 for the past two weeks and haven't really binged. I'd be interested to see what my weight is, but don't feel the need to weigh right now.
I don't know how to explain it. It's like... the pressure isn't there anymore and it's kinda like I don't feel the need to binge if I cheat or have something I know I shouldn't because it doesn't feel like I've got to face the scale tomorrow. And you know when that happens, you just go on a massive binge, because you've fucked the scale so now you are just going to fuck it properly and start again tomorrow. Does that make sense? I'm sure it makes sense.
My intake today was coffee with milk and honey, a chickpea salad for lunch, tiny bit of pasta with olive tapenade and a sprinkling of Parmesan cheese. As a reward for working out, I'm going to have a small mug of low cal hot chocolate, a pudding cup and some pomegranate. Sounds like a ton doesn't it? (Reality - around 1000 cals, I can't live with that)
Love & Fash-Ho