America

My father has been offered a job in America, and I'm going to be moving there with my sister for a month this summer. I can't tell you how much I want, need, to escape, get away from here. I adore my mum and I adore my friends and London and my cosy little bedroom. But three to four weeks in another country, all expenses covered by Daddy, is something I just can't resist right now. Of course, this gives me even more motivation to lose this weight. I want to leave this July at my goal weight, with a metabolism that is up to scratch. I need to be beautiful for America. I need to be able to handle normal quantities of food again without gaining weight. There is no point in bingeing because when I'm on a plane to sunny USA, having finished my exams and waved goodbye to duties and friends until August, I don't want to look back.          

This morning I was 141.0 lbs. I am back on track, finally. My diet is going very well. Tomorrow will be official day 5. I have a small drinks party in the afternoon with a couple of my closest friends. We are celebrating Tina's 18th with champers and cupcakes. I will be saving my calories for the afternoon and limiting myself to ONE cupcake only. And of course, who could turn down free champagne?

I haven't had a very good week. I've been very depressed and hardly in school. To make matters worse, I went to the dentists' this morning to get my wisdom teeth checked out, and they need to be pulled. The problem is, I can't have any kind of surgery or be put under anesthetic until my white blood cell count is back up to normal. And that might not be for a while. I also have to get the tonsils removed at some point so it looks like this summer is going to be busy. (It also looks like the majority of August is going to be spent in crippling oral pain. Probably very good for weight loss.) So I've been very antisocial for days now and cancelled various social rallies due to feeling very sad and low-energy. The up side is I have been able to get some work done. I put up my desk so I can feel less like a slob whilst revising. (And less inclined to start watching re-runs of Buffy).

Here's to hoping next week is better. It's the last week of teaching - and muck-up day. Screw depression. I'm going to be on top form. By Monday I want to have done a TON of revision so that I can be up to date with schoolwork and wow the teachers in my classes. I think I need to toughen up. The girl who is going to the US this summer must be a tough cookie, not a weakling. She needs to be fit, well, energetic and bodacious.

I hope everyone is doing OK, I'll catch up on blogs ASAP. x