Today should be alright. It's going okay so far. Had a banana and a glass of cappuccino soya milk for breakfast; went to the gym, burnt off breakfast; had an americano with soya milk; bought carrot sticks and a bottle of water; came home, read my book for an hour and listened to music; had carrot sticks with mustard, 3 oatcakes, and a low fat non-dairy yogurt for lunch; smoked a cigarette; came back up to my room; called the cafe I want to apply to work at; made plans to drop off my CV tomorrow morning; read some more; came on here. 

For the rest of the day I shall be consuming only diet coke, water, cigarettes, and a can of lentil & vegetable soup for dinner. Tina's coming over at 5pm, and I will not cave in to bingeing with her this time. Crisps in the cupboard? No thank you. I'd rather embrace the feeling of hunger for now, and have my nice low-cal soup to finish off the day. 

I hope to get this job so badly. I can't stand being poor any longer, with no extra money to save up for this summer. We all want to go inter-railing in June, and the ticket alone costs over £300, never mind the hotel bookings, gallery tickets and food/spending money. And then there's always university to be saving up for. This is why I hate my dad sometimes. He doesn't grasp the bigger picture, he just selfishly thinks he's doing the best thing for me, but, ironically, he couldn't have had a worse idea.