Disaster

Ugh, let's hope I get back on the wagon soon. Tomorrow is another day, another opportunity for success (rather than my recent failure).

Let's also hope I never plateau again, at least not until I'm at my comfy weight of 105.

The scale is the most brutal judge ever. More than anything and anyone. It tells it as it is and isn't afraid to make you cry and completely hate yourself and everything you are. 125. That's the damage. 5 pounds. Damn. How the hell do you even gain that in a matter of two days?

But it's okay, I was losing 2 pounds a day when I dieted perfectly, no? I'll have the weight off in no time. Current goal: 115 by August 27. That's ten pounds in about ten days. All I need to do is be perfect. If I cheat, cheat with a large salad.

On another note, I think I'm going to stop calorie counting. It was always too much pressure. Maybe if I feel like I can eat (aka juice, milk, fruit) all I want, then I'll have more luck not completely blowing it. Besides, 500-600 calories a day truly isn't bad. Hopefully I still get my level of weight loss though. If not, I can always go back to counting my usual 300 calories, as miserable as it was.

115 by August 27. It's engraved in my mind, exactly as it should be. This one simple goal. If I can do this, I can do anything.

Haven, when you get the urge to cheat, look down at your wrist. You declared your alliance to Ana, the perfect lifestyle of a perfect body. Don't misplace your loyalties.

No to food, yes to thin. You must become thin.