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Just got back from the con- christ, I cannot believe how disconnected I'm getting to be. And the whole time I was there, all I could think about was what people thought of me, how fat I must look, how much I weighed (no scale for three days), where I could secretly exercise...I'm home now and I realise, I didn't even care about the con, I hardly even involve myself. I can't believe how disconnected I'm getting from everything. I made it down to about 102, which was four pounds lower than my goal for today, though, so yay! Until...
Plegh. My parents picked me up really early from the hotel, and took me out for lunch. I'll have to start my fast all over again tomorrow. Well, hopefully, I can make the high nineties, at least, by Friday. Ugh. I really hate eating. Food itself, my body still says it enjoys, but my mind just wants it out and away from me. I have to think of a way to get out of dinner tonight.
Plegh. My parents picked me up really early from the hotel, and took me out for lunch. I'll have to start my fast all over again tomorrow. Well, hopefully, I can make the high nineties, at least, by Friday. Ugh. I really hate eating. Food itself, my body still says it enjoys, but my mind just wants it out and away from me. I have to think of a way to get out of dinner tonight.