Alright, so day 1 was both a success, but may be considered a fail. Depends on who you ask. I started off this morning by eating one toasted poptart (200, don't judge, I've been craving it), as well as a frozen cappuccino from the local handy mart (approx. 300). Totals 500 cal, give or take. Didn't eat alllllll day, some how managed to make that miracle come true. But then I got home and had pita chips with hummus and two giant slices of cheese pizza, accompanied with ranch. YUM fat. Of course, I purged all of that right away, and I'm pretty sure I was able to get rid of it all. Huzzah.

On another note, I'm having crazy thoughts about H. I don't understand why I feel so insecure about our relationship. I just feel so disposable to him. I was once even referred to as his "weekend girlfriend" because that's the only time I saw him, when I drove across town to see him. I thought I was over all that unsureness and anxiety, but the "incident" has made me feel like he could care less, like he could live without me. I don't want to be with anyone else; he's all I think about, day in and day out. I think I'd die if we ever broke up, that's how much I love him. I love that fucking asshole.*

*Spoken like a true naiveté. Get over yourself.