I woke up this morning STARVING!
I dont know if it was the alcohol from the night before or what it was but there was no ignoring this hunger.
I made myself scrambled egg.
I ate it.
And i feel almost good about it!
I weighed myself.
The number has crept up.
I dont care SO much.
Im not going to do my usual 500 leg lifts.
Screw that.
No jogging on the spot either.
I LOVE these days.
When i feel FREE.
Almost...normal?
It probably helped that i went out last night with friends and just had FUN.
It felt good.
So what if i dont weigh 5 stone anymore...who REALLY cares except me?
Do i really want to go down that road yet again?
What is there to gain?
Theres everything to lose.
Its Fathers Day and my dad is due home from Lanzarote this evening.
Im going to take him out to dinner.
And enjoy it.
Two fingers up to anorexia!!!
xxx
