-- Green veg, steamed with garlic butter (150)
-- 1 egg + 1 egg white scrambled (100)
-- Diet Coke (1)
-- Bite of lemon tart (~50)
-- Starbucks soy espresso frappuccino (x)
-- Light Choices chicken salad sandwich (255)
-- 1/2 feta tomato pasta salad (180)
-- Crisps/chips, salted (250)
-- Pear cidre (x)
Total: ~986 calories
Didn't go to the gym today. Didn't do much at all actually, but I gave myself permission to have a leisure afternoon (TV, a little writing, listening to music, a walk, coffee, and a chat with L over the phone). I'll row tomorrow, or Sunday depending on how busy tomorrow is. I think I may be seeing Tina for coffee, which should be good. Always nice to have some Saturday company.
I think I need to get back into sandwiches, and also ready meals. I don't know how my weight will fare tomorrow morning. I think it's safe to say I won't get the nice surprise of 162 after the cidre and crisps, but I really hope I haven't gained. I was so lazy all of today. Ugh.
Thunder and lightning outside. Very literary. I'm back up in my room for tonight, as it's cooled down. So I get to see the whole display. It's v atmospheric. Although my cat is horribly scared, so I made her a little tent out of duvets. She's curled up under them now. Let's hope she doesn't jump up and run once the next bolt of lightning hits and lights up the whole room in electric-blue.
Should I start counting coffee/alcohol calories? Those frappuccinos are devilish. Virtually an entire meal.
God, now it's pouring down. Jesus. Being under the roof is always interesting.
Started reading a book on Victorian murder, and also the Psychopath Test. Running theme here? Sometimes I worry about myself.
I like these sorts of books, they always take my mind off something because they're thrilling. This is exactly the reason I should start watching horror films, for the sole purpose of taking my mind off food.
Desperately resisting the rest of that pasta salad. Although this way I can have it for lunch tomorrow when I wake up. I like eating savoury foods for breakfast, I don't know why. Sometimes sugary yogurt and cereal doesn't do it for me first thing.
Started writing for a potential new manuscript, although it was only ~2 pages. Still, that's the most creative writing I've done in literally half a year and it felt strangely liberating. I miss having that kind of project in my life.
Shooting next Tuesday, and fuck I'm nervous. I need to get my weight down to AT LEAST 162. Or else... I don't know what. I'll feel shit on film, that's what. And that's the worst punishment of all. Knowing you could have looked better.
Story of my life.
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