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I’m just so happy everything is going to be ok apparently.

It’s been three weeks since my friend and I talked. And I know that it’s a good thing right now to give her space. She said she needed it, and there’s no point in butting in and demanding we talk right now; I’d only lose her forever. But I’m missing her less and less. Thinking of her less as the days go by. And it’s frightening.

I thought I was doing great, but I weighed myself today at the gym and found I gained a pound back from the six I lost. Bollocks!

Just more motivation to do this up right, of course. But it’s SO hard. There are moments I’ve never wanted a greasy bowl of Italian food more.