I fucked up, majorly, today. I ate 7 slices of pizza, 1 packet of noodles, 2 apple pies, 1 cheese & cauliflower roll, and 3 slices of cake. I threw up so many times today, that I don’t even remember it all. My stomach hurts so much, simply from even having that in me for the short period of time that it was. I was doing so fucking well. I was down to 65.2 kg, only 1.2 kg off my lowest weight, and only 5.2 off my goal. Tomorrow I’m probably going to be back up to 67 kg, or something horribly disgusting like that. I’m going clothes shopping tomorrow and there’s no fucking way anything will look good on me now. Fuck me dead.
I’m not even quite sure why I’m writing here again, I just felt like telling somebody. Maybe I’ll start using this place as a diary of sorts…
