But I felt guilty that I was so relieved just because the scale told me I hadn't gained. I still ate terribly this weeked, no matter what that sneaky bitch wants to say. So I started thinking about why I was freaking so much and letting myself go this weekend, and I believe it's because I lost control. I was no longer the chief preparer of what I ate, so I totally blew an emotional gasket, which also caused me to eat more. Usually, I make my food or I eat alone, so I can control what I eat. Over the weekend, I had to eat in front of other people and keep up appearances. Not that I've never done that, but at my mom's we usually don't ever eat together because she works late. So I need to refine my eating-in-front-of-others-jujitsu.
Omg, anas are totes ninjas. Lyk, for reals, yo. We be concealing our foodz lyk magics an' be slicin' up those fatty-fat thighs and bums w/ our katanas of RESTRICTION.
Okay. Enough silliness. I'm completely stoked to get down to business now. I'm doing the 2468 thing again, but as a 3579 cycle. I did the 2 before on a weekend, so I was fine, but I don't think I can last through school with only 200. Also, I'm going to work out more. I'm getting skinnyfat. My clavicle, ribs, and spine are pretty prominent, but my stomach is a little flabby and my thighs are still very flabby. So, exercise bike, prepare yourself! I'mma gunna pull a freakin' John Wayne on you!
Chanel! Man, if I had a ton of money to blow, I would totally do it if the ton of money would buy me lots and lots of Chanel. (there's a joke there. It's really SUBTLE. Hurr.)
I loved the SS09 campaign with Heidi Mount. I have this pic on my wall.