Day 1

So today has been going well so far. I got up late and started work straight away (thanks to my new-found French discipline). So far I have eaten: Apricot cheese-300 3 slices banana malt loaf-200 Butter-100 Vanilla yogurt-120 Goji berries-60 Banana and mango smoothie-100. Right now, I'm off to babysitting :) Earn me some cash! I need money to buy new clothes.

<-- This is what I am wearing today. It's not a very good picture, but you get the idea. Black stretchy skinny jeans, white cotton long-sleeved top under a long black cardigan.  Am feeling in quite a chirpy mood. Tomorrow a bunch of us are going to Camden. I used to go there when I was fourteen or fifteen ALL the time, back when I was skinny, and I thought it was so cool there. It just encompassed everything I wanted to be, and I loved the freedom and diversity of the place; how you were instantly accepted no matter what you looked like. I haven't been there for over a year at least so I'm sure it'll be fun.

I don't know what I'm gonna wear. I really do have a serious shortage of clothes. Probably jeans again and some kind of shirt or top with a cardi. Maybe a blazer if I can dig one out.

Oh and I was 139.8 lbs this morning - out of the 140s, thank fuck. 

My guy friend Ginger (not his real name but close enough) might be coming tomorrow. He was in love with me for about 2 years and I led him on horribly (partly unintentionally, but mostly because I was in a fucked up place and craved the attention). We're still friends but I stopped seeing him after last summer because he kept trying to leap on me. Now I feel kind of bad because he didn't get into uni and basically has no friends. So I'm thinking of inviting him if the others are cool with it. They find him kind of annoying and clingy (as I do sometimes) but I explained that I'd rather see him amongst other people so there's no way he can make any awkward advances on me if we're on our own. Anyway, when I told him we were going up there on Saturday he said that he wanted to take me to this modelling agency that is in the area. I was like 'haha no, they'll turn me away at the door' and he was like 'bullshit. You're gorgeous and you need to realise it. I insist on checking it out with you'. Meh. Whatever. I'll just get to prove him wrong when they laugh in my (fat) face.

/EDIT: 8pm. So I have just put the Swedish oompa loompa to sleep and am sitting in the Swedies' kitchen, their house is so beautiful. People from Sweden have great taste. So the husband (who reminds me of Alex Skarsgard a little, omfg) made us supper after we collected her from the nursery - pesto tagliatelle, steamed veggies and this weird Polish sausage thing that I'd never seen before. Right now I am sitting here with a piece of parmesan, a glass of organic grapefruit juice, a tiny square of dark chocolate and two plums - they have very healthy food here. I had a naughty fridge raid... mostly because he said 'help yourself to anything you like'. Sigh, I wish.

They have no internet here, so I will publish this later at midnight when I will be +£45 oh yes!