I didn’t mean to do this, but I moved away from home, and just… bye bye weight. I didn’t know where cake shops were, worked through lunch, had no car to get to the shops as often as I used to.
It’s lovely in a way, because it was fairly painless unlike most dieting I’ve done. And I’ve done a lot of it to get to this weight again before.
But… I don’t think it’ll necessary stay off, and I’m a little disturbed by how much I’ve lost. I haven’t weighed myself as I don’t have a set of scales, but I do know I have a 21 inch waist now which is more than I wanted to loose. (But not as drastic as it sounds – I’m a wee short arse, and bottom heavy.)
I’d rather have done healthy dieting.
Face – absolutely fine, perfect, I could go out without no make up and have Absolutely NO shame. Face is only ever oil glands anyway. (If anyone wants to know, Lush’s Herbalism in the morning, and Fresh Farmacy in the evening. Works better than everything else on the market. And I should really know.)
However: I still have exema I get across my back and shoulders, which won’t go, I know that – but would look millions of times better if I just stopped scratching at it. I hate exema, it’s one of those things that digs away at the back of your mind like craving a smoke. You have to, it itches. Literally.
Must.Have.Will.Power. le sigh
I have a University room and neighbours I don’t mind about bothering, so tomorrow I’m going to buy the world’s cheapest guitar from the Argos catalogue.
Wish me luck, me and the copious free time this will surely eat…