This morning was 63.5kg and now I'm approaching the danger zone. Two years ago, I got down to this weight and then fucked it all up almost immediately and that's how I got gradually up to my original weight again earlier this year. So now, I have to be militant about making sure I don't fuck it up again...
Anyway, so that's a victory for me - my weight this morning. Especially cuz I did go apeshit and a little BBQ last night - too many pinenuts and too many lambchops.
Today however, I am going swimming after work and I can't fucking wait. For those of you in London, it is a fucking oven at the moment. There is this pond in Hampstead Heath that is ladies only. It's kinda bizarre, because I wouldn't feel self conscious in a bathing suit around a bunch of old ladies swimming about, but add some men (there is also a mixed pond) and all of a sudden, I feel judged and leered at. Whatever though. Ladies pond tonight! I can't wait.
I'm a bit annoyed with one of my friends. She's met some guy and now keeps blowing off our plans. She swears she's not one of those women who doesn't understand bros before ho's. Apparently she does not. So many double negatives floating around in that sentence...
I'm not going to get pissed about any of this however, because I'm thinner than I have been in years and I'm going swimming tonight in a fucking pond!
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