i woke up hungover today, too much whiskey, not enough diet coke. i had 3, and at about 65 calories a glass, i don't feel too guilty. and then i had like 5 cups of black coffee (10cal), which i think made hangover worse.
then the hangover led to a 380 cal pb&j then a 200 cal piece of pizza. but i'm also on the rag and i drank tons of water, so i'm going to forgive myself and make sure i have a better tomorrow.
For the next 2 weeks i'm going to try to stick to 800-1,000 calories a day because i know i'm going to terribly if i put heavier restrictions. by the first i'll try to hover around 800. 800 sounds like a lot. maybe i'll be able to cut down even farther.
I'll also be at my ma's house for the next couple of weeks, so that's going to be a struggle. dinners here aren't too terrible, but my family is super busy so at least twice a week they bring home fast food, it's usually something from a sandwhich shops or thai, but I fear that'll be my downfall.
I can't wait to move back into my apartment, Nick and I have decided to try again, which is probably a huge mistake, but I miss my gym and I miss my cat and I miss feeling attractive. He's dealing with his ednos, but thinks i don't notice, so being around him will definitely keep me more conscious of what i'm eating and how often i'm working out.
i'm dreading the weekend. i hate being around my dad, i always feel like i'm in the way when he's around. i don't think he likes sharing the family with me.
if i don't go out with Cayce tonight, i think i'll bike over to yoga in the morning.
let's hope i can wake up.
