Excuse the ridiculous title of this post; my attempt at humour. But seriously. I have re-affirmed my goals. I want to reach 159 by the time I leave university, which is freakishly close. The date I leave isn't entirely set in stone, but it's going to be around June/July (dissertation in by May, lease over by June earliest). And then of course there's graduation, but we're not thinking about that yet. (Hello, agoraphobia, my old friend...).
Weight this morning was unspeakable. But, as predicted, well above the acceptable mark.
Intake (haven't done one of these in a while, excuse guestimates):
B/L:
- Lemon croissant (250)
- Orange juice (80)
- Fruit salad (Plum (30) Watermelon (10) Mango (10))
- Cheese (150)
(NB: by the time I was done with the above I was too full to have the cocoa; my waistline will thank me later.)
S:
- Black coffee, courtesy of L.T.* (0)
D:
- 2 bacon sandwiches (660)
- Sunbites (120)
- Lemon slice (130)
- Respectably-sized glass of malbec (??who cares)
T: ~1440
Not the lowest, but best I've done in a while.
Starting to heal, slowly. I've finally stopped crying: I think (I know I said this in my last post, but L.T. this evening saw the last few tears. I hope.) It's going to take a while. But, I'm done with the self-destructive shit. I want to be. I'm ready to stop wanting to hurt myself. Time to start giving a damn about my appearance and life again, it's been far too long investing in someone else's.
* L.T. here stands for Lovely Therapist. He really is. More than anything he understands my need for caffeine.
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