I feel unbelievably fat, horrid and disgusting right now.
I stayed over at a friends place last night. It was me and 4 boys (I mostly keep guys for friends, to skip the drama and they are a lot more fun to hang out with + they share the same interests as me). I couldn't risk them telling on me (to my 2 best girl-friends, I think they might...) so I ate and broke the fast after 120 hours. DAMN IT!
And since I stayed over, it continued in the morning and now it's night and I'm gonna have to fast tomorrow. I don't even dare to step on the scale now... I am the lardfucking Walrus.
Those last days before I broke it, I felt like complete shit though. I was dead tired all the time, I fell asleep the second I laid down, I couldn't concentrate, and let alone exercise much.
I was also rather pissy at times. Well, it's back to that now I guess.
I will do this, I will do this. I might have to break again in the future, but I'm sure as hell not giving up.
50 kg by June is my goal. I think it's rather realistic.
Too depressed to post pictures, sorry girls. I hope you're doing better than I am.