day 132

This wouldn't ruin my strict diet regime, would it?

(Cause I ate, like, ten.)

day 124

I bought some of those kettle cooked chips at the store cause I thought no one else liked 'em. Wrong, wrong, wrong. I didn't walk yesterday but Katydidnt told me she would walk a mile with me today. I don't like walking alone when it's so hot. I like the fact someone else is sharing my misery. You know? We love company.

I may have been a little harsh on soup yesterday. I think it was the whole hunger destroying higher functions thing, less about soup. I still feel some left over violence, but I think the heat will probably zap that right outta me.

Day 123

I ate a grilled cheese sandwhich and a cup of soup. Soup makes me wanna punch people in the face. Repeatedly. This is not an insane reaction, but a perfectly reasonable response to the evil that is soup.
Soup makes me feel violent because of how much hungrier I feel after I eat it. So then I have to eat more, like a grilled cheese sandwhich. That makes me feel fat. So then I wanna punch people. See? It totally makes sense.

p.s. I am not psychotic. Seriously.

Day 122

neck: 15 1/2 inches
upper arm: 18 in.
wrist: 6 3/4 in.
upper chest: 42 in.
bust: 46 in.
waist: 46 in.
hips: 59 in.
thighs:33 in.
calf: 18 1/2 in.