The Portuguese

So this entire week has gone pretty well food wise, I have not gone over 800 calories since last Friday... well that is until last night. I had about 600 cals of food and then a landslide of sugary cocktails. So yesterday, as Friday's always tend to be - cheat day. Binge day. Fat day. Whatever, it wasn't like I lost control and had an enormous binge. ANYWAY. Unsurprisingly, I still have not bought a scale. I might go buy one tomorrow. I'm going to try on the skirt that I'm trying to fit into for my birthday tomorrow morning and hopefully there will be progress. Twelve days to go. 

Today, I've had a sub and a bag of crisps, and tea. I think that's about 780 cals for the day. I'm going to make sure that I don't have anything else for the day. 

ANYWAY, so last night I went to have drinks with a bunch of my friends and then on the way home, I randomly texted that Portuguese guy who blew me off earlier in the week and ended up jumping in an Uber and going to his house. We had a joint and I drank half a beer, and then we went in the bedroom and made out... JUST made out. He's really, REALLY lovely, BUT he is short and he is skinny. He isn't that short, but he's shorter than me. 

I don't really know if there is any potential there for anything, but I don't think he is what I want as far as a someone to properly date... Like physically, he's just not what I want I think. Unless the boning is AMAZING, but let's be honest, it probably not gonna happen. He said that I'm hot and we've been texting all day since then. 

Yeah, drunk Piggy. 

Such a fool, she is. 

Peace & Love

Xo Xo