I felt really good yesterday. I got 12 hours of sleep the night before, and when I talked to Kev during the day, I told him that I wasn’t tired, stressed, sick, or sad about some man. I felt the way, I imagine, I should feel ( Read more... )

I cried this morning while getting ready for work and nearly cried last night while I was chatting with Kev on MSN. Just remarkably unhappy. I’m not sure I should go to London to see him in a few weeks, as planned. Our friendship is possibly not healthy, but it’s hard for me to imagine giving it up: he’s a nice guy, he listens to me, he makes ( Read more... )

Absolute emotional roller coaster tonight that I don't even want to explain. Suffice to say that it started with the news that Leon's mom is about to die and led to me feeling absolutely miserable in ways I don't understand ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I responded to Chris’ text messages with something like, “If you’re going to do pickup, do it on someone else.” He wrote back that he wasn’t, and then I called his techniques “Pickup 101.” He said that I was wrong, but that he was wrong about me too, thinking I would be friendly to him. And that? Pissed me off like you would not ( Read more... )

I’m hating on my wardrobe. Almost all of my shirts are unflattering, misshapen, and hang off of my body because of my weight loss. If not that, they’re faded. Actually, I just had a shirt go through the wash for the first time a few days ago and its color bled out and destroyed another item along with itself. This was on cold with like colors ( Read more... )

Everything has been up and down, up and down. London was amazing (although up and down, up and down). I loved the tiny bit of the city that I saw but hardly saw anything at all. It was also great to see Kev, but the most valuable time was probably that which I spent alone ( Read more... )

It hasn’t all been bad in the past few days, but mostly it has sucked ( Read more... )

Lost another pound, but I’ll wait to record it. Still, 3.5 pounds since Tuesday. I’m wasting away at a little more than a pound per day. Getting dumped is the greatest diet plan ever ( Read more... )

It’s not a weigh-in day, so I shouldn’t be bringing on the pies, but I am because it’s about the only good thing going on right now ( Read more... )

I don’t think I was entirely prepared for the talk with Chris last night. Even after 11 months of dating, I didn’t expect his condescending tone and basically spent the whole time wanting to kick him in the testicles ( Read more... )