my bad

I ate like a fat slob this weekend. Chicken pita wraps, fries, Thai salads, cakes. Ridiculous, much? It wasn't intentional. I felt a little more nervous not eating in front of my friends than I thought. Actually, that isn't even an excuse. I ate like a pig when I came home as well. My mom cooked a feast for my friend and I for when we came back from out beach trip (the beach was windy and cold. Miserable.). I had a load of rice. And hot dogs. And potatoes. And chicken. But hot dogs? Seriously? I haven't eaten hot dogs in years. I can't say what possessed me to eat them.

But what's the use in being depressed about it. I just won't eat tomorrow. As much, anyway. I'm going to keep it until 500. That's my goal.

I'm going to make it to the 130s no matter what.

Now excuse me while I go purge.