Watching my diet. 75.5 this morning, aiming for 74 in the next few days. Woke up at 5pm and felt terrible about it, but I compensated with delicious, vegan food. Applesauce with cinnamon and a tbsp peanut butter for breakfast; mango smoothie and soy iced coffee for "lunch" and 1/2 raw vegan pizza/1/2 raw vegan berry and banana pie for that I made for dinner with L. Ingredients for the pie crust: raw cashews, raw walnuts, maple syrup, raw dates, and vanilla extract. Pure, simple, delicious food. Good for the soul. My late-night snack whilst reading blogs and watching House: a romaine, celery and spring onion salad with dijon honey mustard dressing, and cidre with grenadine. I'm not worried about the quantities; nothing I ate was bad, besides, perhaps, the olive oil in the raw cauliflower pizza base. This is, dare I say it, progress.

I need to start gymming again. I know logically that it will speed things up, but I have such an urge to cancel my membership. I'm going to try to make myself go tomorrow either way.

I want to start taking photographs again. This time, I wish to be the muse. I want to start thinking of my body as a work of art again. My creation. Time to shed this excess baggage and live.