I had a crazy weekend. It was Tina's birthday party on Saturday night, and when everyone left, it was just Tina, her bf, Caro, Zara and me. I stayed up all night, talking manically, chugging diet coke and smoking menthol after menthol. I ate continuously for two days straight. Sunday afternoon I took a two-hour nap, then my mum's boyfriend's son came over for dinner. He brought weed, and we smoked it on a park bench, talking shit about life and music and friends. Monday morning I woke up, exhausted beyond belief, and 159.8 lbs.
Yesterday and today, I felt so full from the weekend's over-consumption of food, that I was able to easily restrict to 600 calories a day. This morning I weighed 156.2 lbs, -3.6 lbs in a day. If it were not for my poor energy levels (which, unbelievably, were far from soaring after the amount of calories I ate at Tina's), I'd continue on this streak. Wednesday (tomorrow) would constitute Day 3, and we all know about that three-day hump that comes with restricting. Past that, and you're on a roll. It would be so easy to keep going after that. But I'm making the executive decision to take heed of my last two days restricting, and continue along a still-restrictive-but-slightly-healthier path of 800 calories a day. 4x200 calorie meals is safe enough to still lose weight, but not dangerously unhealthy, and besides, I need the extra energy to work out. I ran on the treadmill today for 20 minutes straight, which I can't remember being able to do in years.
Re-reading 'Wasted', I've become obsessed with bagels, lollipops, carrot sticks with mustard, fat-free yogurt, raisins, coffee with a little cream. I'm thinking of quitting smoking, finally, in June - or at least limiting it to 'social smoking'.
I'm still tired, but feeling vaguely more normal, and, oddly a little more like myself.
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