I’ve lost 2.5kg. Which means I can precisely fit into NOTHING in wardrobe. I am in between pretty much everything I own like a mofo. Which pretty much means don’t eat anything for a week so I have something to wear for the wedding this weekend.
Thatz OK. I like a challenge.
Giving up food is so much easier than giving up: tea, booze, gak, cigarettes – all of which are interchangeable/incompatible with food. I like going out to eat; breakfast, lunch, dinner but otherwise I don’t give a shit and I’d rather not eat cos it’s Boring. Cooking for myself is boring. So I find myself Standing in front of the fridge, cramming a few things into my mouth and believing it’s a kind of meal if I have a cigarette and a cup of tea for afters.
So I shall continue to weigh myself regularly and record it 10-fold on my massively OCD chart. Seriously, you should see it. I’m not good at maths but you’d be surprised….