Its five am and I just woke up. I ate more yesterday than I would have liked and I had a chocolate chip granola bar. Damn. I just know that when I get on the scale in four hours, it’ll say that I’m back up to 134. Fuck. Yesterday I had chicken noodle soup, a muffin, a slice of cheddar and a slice of pepperjack cheese on a mini bagel, a Pepsi, and miso soup. Everything besides the Miso Soup and Pepsi was eaten before one, and I walked a ½ mile & did some situps, and I slept for ten hours and sleep supposedly burns calories. My stomach is growling so I hope my day of gluttony kick started my metabolism but didn’t stick too much to my ribs. Speaking of, after stretching shirtless in the mirror, I think about ten pounds from now I’ll be able to see ribs without sucking in. That’s something to look forward to!
I have therapy today, which means a drug test. I guess its good that I’ve been drinking loads of water lately. And I hope these Azo pills have helped. If I fail however many drug tests, I have to go to inpatient rehab. That’s not at all something I want any part of.
I think I’m going to take a little nap before I weigh myself, hopefully I’ll burn some cals doing so.
Think thin, stay strong xoxo