9th
God, I’m so fucking bored…
…with this whole weightloss thing… I could barely force myself to log in here. I haven’t given up - not by a long shot… I just get really bloody tired of thinking about it. Maybe when J is back on the internets [c’mon Wednesday!] I’ll find my mojo again. Sigh.
I haven’t been as strict as I could be the last week or so. No huge drama, but I’ve been at this for a good 3 or 4 months now and there comes a time when one must take their foot off the pedal for a minute and breathe. I haven’t been bingeing out or anything, which is grand. I know I’d hate myself forever if I did. Hmm. Maybe something’s sinking in after all.
Ok, so since I last logged in here, I had a gain of 0.1kg, which is such a piddly number it’s not even worth converting… and also it was the week before last, so it’s so long ago that I’m just going to ignore it.
Then last Tuesday’s weigh in showed a loss:
Loss: 0.8kg [1.76lb]
Total loss: 13.3kg [29.3lb]
Which is all great and all. I’m stoked. Really. I am set to be weighed again tomorrow and I don’t know how that will go, especially as my period is now late… blah. Eh… whatever. She’ll be apples.
My clothes are literally falling off me. I think I may have to pin my black skirt. Nobody has said anything to me about it for weeks though, which is a bit disheartening. Sigh. People noticing really does make a difference.
I’m still not exercising. Not much else to say about that.
Hm. That’s it. I really just can’t wait to log out of here.
BYEE.
