162.2 pounds this afternoon, my dehydrated weight post-bath. It's working. The knowledge that I could break into the 150s by the end of the week is invigorating.

Intake:

- Salad with romaine, onions, 1 cal garlic spray, egg whites, tabasco (120)
- Caramel macchiato, soy (240)
- Battered sausage with ketchup (480)
- Diet Pepsi (1)

- 841 calories

If I eat anything else tonight it will be a banana with 1 tbsp peanut butter (210) or a small glass of red wine (100) but I'm feeling so full after dinner. We got fish and chips but I didn't eat any of the chips which was a first. I felt so incredibly stuffed just having the sausage in batter. It was a ridiculous amount of calories for just one sausage at any rate. I got the calories off the internet so a little worried about the accuracy of my calculations, but it's not like it was a huge volume of food or anything. I would have felt safer with veg but equally when I got home from coffee it was already 8.30, my mum had just come home from work, and there wasn't time to cook my own dinner. Plus I took some ritalin while I was out, which had the traditional effect of suppressing my appetite, so even though I was planning on eating more than just the sausage I was extremely full once I had finished it. Weird. Maybe my appetite is going down in general. I certainly don't feel the same level of hunger now as I did two weeks ago.

I guess I've lost 10 pounds since March 1st. I don't think it shows. It's probably all water weight anyway. It's odd to think that in three weeks I could fit back into all those clothes I got too big for. My jeans, for one.

It's only 9 pounds until I get back to the weight I was a year ago. I don't think I will be satisfied at 153, but it's a damn good start. My plan is probably to continue restricting below 1200 calories until I hit 150, then channel my energies into clean eating and exercise. The steadier the last 10-15 pounds come off, the longer they'll stay off. At least that's how it's supposed to go. I would love to be 140, athletic, healthy, glowing with self-confidence and able to fit size 10s again. That sounds much more appealing than whittling myself down to some ungodly number and turning into a rake.