Dec 28, 2006 12:41
if i wasn't so excited (prepared [see also: 7 pound capon in fridge]) for this dinner party tonight, i'd call everyone who said that they were still going to come and tell them to forget about it.
i'm so depressed right now. i tried everything to remedy it. i did the tea, i did the whiskey, i did the hour-long shower. i did the driving. i did the loud classical music. i did the violent journal-writing. i didn't do the comfort eating; that's why i'm depressed.
i looked at myself--i mean, really--while severely intoxicated last night, and noticed just how much weight i've been gaining. i'm not happy. at all. a lady never tells her weight, but i have well exceeded how much i would have ever thought i could allow myself to weigh ever again. i am 15 pounds over that. even though that limit was a very high limit.
that's it. after tonight, i'm on the most restricted diet ever.
self-hate