I'm doing, well; a mix of good and horrible.
Good: I'm losing weight, at the very least.
I broke the block on 54. When I weighed in this afternoon I was 51,8.
HEY. Oh. My. GOD.
I just weighed in again, to be sure of what I was saying. I was 51, blank. Holy --!
I haven't been here since I did gymnastics, I think. I'm gonna go check the window for any flying pigs, ok?
My bosslady noticed I lost weight. She tried to force feed me (failing, luckily), but still. First one to comment on it.
Since the beginning of april I lost between 7/7,5 kilos (15.4-16.5 lbs), my BMI has gone from being 22,7 to 19,9. And it's evening, and I've even eaten a bit today. Not much.
I'm planning on fasting tomorrow as well, but there might be a few beers on the horizon. Not many, mind you, I got work in the morning.
My waistline has gone from 76 cm to 68 cm as of now. It might be different in the morning, I'm not certain.
-So FUCKING bad. I feel like shit, and it has little to do with eating.
It's partly because of that guy [Chase], and I don't know if I want to strangle him or hang myself.
-My mother found out about my throwing up and is acting batshit insane. I can see why she's reacting, I know I would, but she has crossed the line.
We haven't spoken for days, and I'm avoiding both her and my home.
-I am THIS close to reaching what has been my ultimate goal since I started, and it's insufficient.
Apparently, I'm striving for "perfect" rather than "good" afterall. Shucks.
There was more to the "naughty" list, but I like the "nice" one, so I'll forget.
Here are some before and after pictures, even though I'm slightly embarassed:
The first two are from earlier this year, but with about the same weight I started with (add/take 200 g). I wonder why they're called "Happy Meals" and "Love Handles".
The one below is from May.
And finally these, from today: