I do not know how much I weigh, two days ago it was 153 I have been really bad. My daughter came out for a visit and I came completely undone. At first I was good, not eating, then all hell broke lose and I have not been able to dam that flood up yet. Yesterday I was sick all day with a migraine and diarrhea. Today I still am feeling the effects. Yesterday I was good until dinner time. I had only eaten mini rice cakes maybe a total of 280 calories at best. Then I went an purchased pizza and all but ate the whole pie! Today I shall do better. I had my coffee, albeit 200 cals for that, but I need my coffee. I am not certain I shall ever be able to cut out the cream. Thus far and it is now 10:23 that is all I have consumed, with the exception of the all powerful water.
I know that my motives are ill gotten. I want desperately to flatten my belly so I can contact Craig and say come on boy….lets get it on. You know I am what you want. But if I cannot manage to get my fucking act together this will never happen, or it shall happen to late. In addition I am turning fifty in 6 months. I want to be at a healthy weight of at least 130, but 120 would be better. I was doing so well too. I was not feeling the hunger pangs any longer; it was good to be empty. There was no need to empty my bowels as they were never full. It is these things that I must remember. If I can concentrate on these things I will succeed!!
I just want to go home, I feel like shit! Is it so very wrong of me to want to be fired in this economy? I hate my job, and I think I would rather work at some less paying job and be happy than to continue on here. This job just makes me want to open a vein. And I am so not even kidding. I would rather live without cell phones, cable TV and internet, well OK, not internet, than stay at this job.
Why can I not get you off my mind! This is utter torment and I bring it all upon myself….or do I ?
You have twice contacted me to go out with you….I know or think that all that you want from me …. Is …well …. I don’t want to think that. I think that if that was the case then on the second occasion you would have just asked me to your flat like the last time. Why bring me out in public? I am so addicted to you…
I wish I was allergic to peanut butter so I can tell my effing cube mates to go eat their lunch in the damn lunch room!!!
I need to find a flaw in you…then I can obsess over it and not want to see you again….like I do with everyone else…but alas … you are flawless…but you cannot be, there must be a flaw somewhere….
I had a rice cake sammy at lunch 57.5 cals
And some grapes…IDK how much