Yesterday, I ate around 800 calories, but dropped another pound. I'm down to 145 again, and it's weird to think I'm only 3 lbs off pre-Amsterdam weight. I feel 'slim' here. Not thin, but 'slim', and perhaps I could feel happy with that for a while. Maybe it's because I was in the 150s for the better part of this year, and the drop has made me feel smaller than I am? But I've lost a stone since my high point a couple of months ago, and it's a good feeling.
I'm totally in control of this. I can take it however fast or slowly I'd like. I don't hate my body, and I'm not desperate to shed 'layers and layers of icky fat'. I know I want to be in the 130s again, eventually, but I have two whole months to do that, and then I'm moving out of this mould for good. It's chill.
The plan, as it stands, is to alternate between 600 and 800 calories every couple of days to keep my metabolism from completely failing on me. Today and tomorrow will be 600 days, Friday I'll allow myself 800 as it's Caro's birthday. We'll be having sushi, cake and Smirnoff Gold cinnamon vodka shots :o It's gonna be insane. And I am not going to get too drunk, like I did on the last night of Portugal. Ohhh no.
Was lovely to hear from a couple of you on my last post :) I'm going to catch up on everyone's blogs tomorrow, as I have a ton of inoculations this afternoon :/ Dead-arm times, yay.
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