My life does not revolve around men - even though I entirely acknowledge that on this blog, it kinda sounds like it does. Men - to me, are a distraction and something to play with. Well most of them, I do sometimes get hurt, but after Roy, no man can really hurt me anymore and little bruises are par for the course, I think.
James, for example - is a distraction and a fun hobby. I like being chased and I don't have to worry about fobbing him off, because he's leaving in the end anyway. A bit of sexiness, why not. He is also definitely only fling material - he tries to impress me now. I can see that he does it. He didn't go to university or anything (not that I care at all), and is obviously insecure about that fact. Like it means that he's not smart enough of something - obvious bollocks.
This morning I weighed in at 68.4kg - obviously amazing. Yesterday I had 833 calories. So pretty happy with that. I need to lose less than a pound to meet my weekly -1kg goal. Trouble is a cheeky weekend trip to Paris - home of pastries and *weep* macaroons, from Saturday. I can do this. I can go to Paris and live in coffee. #watchme
Peace & Pastries