Let the Self-Loathing Continue...

Preface: Today I am such a fail, but I am also surprised at when I can do to myself.

I hate living with roommates, no less my friends. They always want to eat, want to go out to eat, desserts everywhere, carbs everywhere...it's a bad environment for when I'm trying to LOSE weight. Tonight, Bman said she was hungry. When she says she is hungry, I for some reason think it's okay to indulge. We just got take out from Chili's and each got our own dessert. I finished it all. Is weird that I was looking forward to this? I was looking forward to stretching my stomach to it's biggest capacity and then throwing it all up. So as soon as I was finished, I went for a shower and rid myself of all that I could. My starting weight, after the delicious food had been ingested, was 126.8 lbs. When I was done, the final weight was 123.0 lbs. It's inconceivable to me that I ate three pounds of food. THREE POUNDS. But it's gone, all gone, and I know this because it got to bile. Goodbye delicious cake, ice cream, french fries and chicken tenders. I will not miss you, but oh, how I enjoyed you.

C'mon skinny love.