Sorry for the brief interlude of absence. My weight ballooned to 171.8 lbs; my sleep's been fucked. Last night was the first time in ages that I had a proper sleep. Bed by 4am and up by 1pm, so 9 solid hours of sleep. Still, I woke up dehydrated, grumpy, and weighing 170 on the scales.

170 is not good enough. 170 symbolises all the things that are wrong with my life. I'm going to stick to this sleep pattern until my weight gets low enough that I can afford to fuck with staying up late/not sleeping/pulling all nighters. After all, this is the major reason I lose weight at home. I stop eating by 1am latest, fall asleep by 4 or 5am, and wake up at midday. Usually all I have at home until dinner is a smoothie, and Starbucks with C or K (who sometimes I split a panini with). So my actual window of eating solid food is very short (about 7pm-midnight).

I had a dream last night that I got down to 135. OH to be 135 again.

I wonder how fast I can lose 35 pounds. The end of Easter?