Weigh-in, bitches!

The dreaded moment of standing on the scales happened this morning - and I am piiiiissed, bitch. Well it's understandable, I weigh 9st 2 pounds (128 pounds), so it seems I've gained 5 pounds from a week of terrible eating. It's not fucking worth it, but the diet went okay-ishhhh yesterday, and I walked for around 3 hours. Fuck yes! So yesterday I ate:


-Grapes
-Chicken Caesar Salad (no dressing)
-Grilled aubergine and some rice
-1/2 bottle of white wine
-Double rum and diet coke


The rice was unnecessary. But compared to my eating for the last week this is a huge improvement. And with all my diets, I've never really included alcohol as calories. It seems that when I drink I usually lose weight the next day. Strange, but I'll take it! It's probably because usually I eat far too few calories for alcohol to make much of a difference. And when I'm drunk I dance like a motherbitch, which is probably my only form of exercise. Just so everyone knows, I know I don't go about losing weight in a healthy way. Probably not getting enough nutrients and all this shit, but I take multivitamins! I'm so on it.


On a non-diet-related note, I met up with this guy I used to see 3 summers ago. It wasn't serious or anything, I was actually still a virgin! Can you believe it. I only got to see him for an hour as he had to get the bus back, I'm just not sure how I feel about him. His friend whacked out the ukulele in the smoking area, singing songs about drugs or something. They're all a little strange but great. Anyway, we kissed when he left and he really wants to see me today, he's already texted twice and I just haven't answered. I don't know if I can be fucked? He seems too interested and he lives so far from London. And I'm not gonna fuck him or anything, (I've recently been almost nun-like on the casual sex front). Well since Valentine's Day.


I guess I'll just wait and see if I want to meet up with him, but I'm going out for drinks tonight so what if there's someone better there?! 


Life's well 'ard. Ciggie time!

The diet commences...again...

So I've decided to start blogging, mostly about my diet and weight loss and such, but also about my general life. Not that I fancy myself more exciting than other people, but my friends and I get up to some pretty funny shit.


I'm 20 years old and am living in London. I go out a lot and go on holiday a lot (my parents live abroad) - it's pretty saweet! I'm about 5ft2 and started dieting 5 weeks ago, weighing 9st9 pounds (135 pounds), which is just too much I would say. My goal weight is around 105 pounds, but I would love to be just under 100 pounds, as I think it would be awesome to have a weight in double digits. So after 4 weeks of intense dieting I weighed 8st11 pounds (123 pounds). HOWEVER, i have failed terribly for the last week, and have yet to weigh myself. So I will eat like a saint today and weigh myself tomorrow.


I don't know how I can go from having so much control over what I'm eating, and being okay and even happy if I'm feeling hungry, to literally eating whatever the fuck is in my sight. I thiiiiink I have a slight binge problem, (I also have a tendency towards bulimia). But during my 4 weeks of dieting, I wasn't sick once, then yesterday, BOOM, I was, so I realised I need to start eating healthily again so I don't fall back into that fucking stupid pattern!


Also I'm going to France with my friends soon and I want to whip out the shorts in a big way! But alas, my thighs forbid it. I think I'm going to hit fruit and vegetables until I go. Okay I'm going for a 2 hour walk to the sea to meet my sister because it's sunny and fantastic outside. 


Until tomorrow!