Morning Weight: 107lb
3:07pm
I know it's a difficult thing to do, and I know it won't happen immediately, but I wish Garfield would hurry up. I just feel like time is quickly running out. This next month is pretty much our last chance to go out for dinners, share popcorn at the cinema.... I don't want him to lose that chance, I want him to use it and enjoy it to the fullest, because there's no way I'll be able to do that stuff next year. Most of my limits are way too restrictive next year to go out and eat, or go off-plan at all really, and although I've put the highest limits in September for when I'm going to America, I'm still going to be restricting in America, in front of my family, and our American relatives, and their families... The fasting days are going to be so difficult, I bet we'll always eat out or eat dinner together or something...
I'll just have to live off salad.
But anyway, time is running out. On December 31st, at midnight, as the year changes, my year of weightloss begins. No going back. It's all planned out well in advance. There is no way "recovery" will even remotely exist next year.
I hope Garfield knows what he's doing because, including today, he has 35 days left to have a "normal" girlfriend for once...
3:07pm
I know it's a difficult thing to do, and I know it won't happen immediately, but I wish Garfield would hurry up. I just feel like time is quickly running out. This next month is pretty much our last chance to go out for dinners, share popcorn at the cinema.... I don't want him to lose that chance, I want him to use it and enjoy it to the fullest, because there's no way I'll be able to do that stuff next year. Most of my limits are way too restrictive next year to go out and eat, or go off-plan at all really, and although I've put the highest limits in September for when I'm going to America, I'm still going to be restricting in America, in front of my family, and our American relatives, and their families... The fasting days are going to be so difficult, I bet we'll always eat out or eat dinner together or something...
I'll just have to live off salad.
But anyway, time is running out. On December 31st, at midnight, as the year changes, my year of weightloss begins. No going back. It's all planned out well in advance. There is no way "recovery" will even remotely exist next year.
I hope Garfield knows what he's doing because, including today, he has 35 days left to have a "normal" girlfriend for once...
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