Wednesday, January 13, 2010

I can't decide whether to break my fast or not.

Technically, I already did (sorry, I know I'm a failure) with cookies last night, and 3/4 of 2 cookies (that is, 1/2 of one cookie, and 1/4 of another). I didn't eat lunch again today (got yelled at), said something about my fat (got slapped). I can't help thinking; maybe if I hadn't eaten those cookies, I could be 165 today! Maybe if I hadn't been such a loser without control, I could have lost more.

Instead I'm at 166.0, new low.

I've decided to stop getting all excited on here about new low weights, because from here on in, every new weight loss is a low.

I'm going to have to pretend to eat something tomorrow. Soup? Yes. Soup. Because it'll take long to cool from the microwave, and I can pretend to sip it from my cup. Houston, we have a plan.

Also, boys confuse the fuck out of me.

I'm done.

1 comment:

  1. meh, im with you on that one. boys make no sense... well the gay ones do. how ironic