FUCK YOU SCALE. FUCK YOU.
This morning I was 109 when yesterday I was 108. I was so fucking pissed when I looked down and saw that. GODDAMIT. The thing is fucking lying, I swear. It's probably because I'm period-bloated, but still. I had 209 cals yesterday, so the scale is full of crap. I'm not letting that sneaky bitch beat me. I simply won't allow myself to be defeated by a scale.
Anyway. Today was the 400 day in my 2468 diet. I think I'm going to add a 1000 day.
half a large grapefruit with Splenda (53 cal)
1 Mini Babybel Light swiss cheese (50 cal)
1 small Granny Smith apple, baked with cinnamon, ground cloves, nutmeg, and Splenda (65 cal)
1 10cal jello
2 bites of salmon (40)
1 Laughing Cow Light Swiss Original Wedge (35) on a white cheddar rice cake (45)
1 dried fig (40)
a tiny plate of leftover take-out (shrimp, zucchini, mushrooms, carrot slices) (51)
I don't like the feeling of being hungry. I'm tired, I have no energy, my head spins when I walk around. But you get used to it. And it's worth it. Even though I know I should, I haven't exercised lately. I feel too worn out all the time. My mom bought an exercise bike, so I'll start using that soon. Blehg. I feel so tired and useless.
Have some Miranda Kerr. I like how she's Victoria Secret's new face, even though she isn't the typical b-b-b-bombshell model. So adorable.