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So: my 1-day-stomach-shrinkage (aka 1 day fast) was going well. Until my bestie requested a dinner date. She is leaving me to do her Masters in Philosophy at St. Andrews, Scotland, on Friday and thus I cannot deny seeing her. I'm going to miss her so much.............. She is so wonderfully mad. I miss her already and she hasn't even finished packing yet.

So today I ate: nothing UNTIL; a Hazelnut Magnum, calamari and chips & a coke zero. So yes; saturated fats, sugar, salt, grease. FAIL. God so full. Disgusting. Disgusting-fat-fuck.

And naturally this just means that I will have to shrink-stomach again tomorrow, and it's late, and I need to work like a beast so;
(a) I don't fail
(b) I can attend said bestie's farewell drinks on Weds, an acquintances birthday tea & eating event on Friday, as well as another long time friend's (also much missed and not often seen) pre-drinks and madness that evening. Urgh. So many calories to avoid. So much weight to loose. Fuckityfuckfuck.

However, on the upside, I went shopping today and (!) I'm smaller than I thought I was. Although I still feel and look fat. Naturally. I bought a top in a small, shorts in a ten, and a shirt in a ten. I also tried on several things - jeans, shorts etc - that were size eights, which fit, but I was on a limited budget and didn't dig them that much. So yah. but I still feel very anxious about loosing the remainder of the weight. Must reach 55. Mustmustmust.

Sigh. I really want to be 55 by the time I go to Coldplay... that's in exactly 1 month... 7 kgs in a month. Gawd. If everything goes perfectly I can do it. But things never go perfectly now do they.

Everybody needs a BFFE
Why does mine have to leave me?
*sad face*