Well, on Saturday I weighed-in at 64.7 and registered a loss of 800 grams. What a relief it was to see a loss instead of another gain. Gaining more than twice in a row doesn't do wonders for the confidence.
But if yesterday and this morning are any indication, I'd say this week is off to yet another shitty start.
Most of the day yesterday mr. ralph and I spent our time compiling evidence of our relationship so that I can become a permanent resident of Australia. The application is due by the 22nd of June and I'm basically running out of time to get my crap together to hand in. So we had over a friend to do all the witnessing of the originals as everything has to be certified.
We ate takeout and I had the most enormous yiros you've ever seen along with a handful of chips, and they ate pizza. We had a few glasses of wine and he asked us to go with him to his house to play poker. We went along and picked up some booze on the way.
Now at this very moment, I have a head-splitting hangover headache. I don't believe I drank that much, but sometime after we arrived home my memory gets very fuzzy and when I woke up I knew that I had drank a hell of a lot more than I should have.
So what did I eat for breakfast? A cold slice of leftover pizza and paracetamol.
That's right. It doesn't get worse than this.
But if yesterday and this morning are any indication, I'd say this week is off to yet another shitty start.
Most of the day yesterday mr. ralph and I spent our time compiling evidence of our relationship so that I can become a permanent resident of Australia. The application is due by the 22nd of June and I'm basically running out of time to get my crap together to hand in. So we had over a friend to do all the witnessing of the originals as everything has to be certified.
We ate takeout and I had the most enormous yiros you've ever seen along with a handful of chips, and they ate pizza. We had a few glasses of wine and he asked us to go with him to his house to play poker. We went along and picked up some booze on the way.
Now at this very moment, I have a head-splitting hangover headache. I don't believe I drank that much, but sometime after we arrived home my memory gets very fuzzy and when I woke up I knew that I had drank a hell of a lot more than I should have.
So what did I eat for breakfast? A cold slice of leftover pizza and paracetamol.
That's right. It doesn't get worse than this.
Comments
Good luck with your application. I had no idea until recently that you are an American :o)
I actually really like cold pizza, but not the feeling of being hung over! Tomorrow's a new day. Hell, even before tomorrow, this afternoon is a new afternoon!
Good luck with the application. How long will it take to find out if you're "approved"?
Great job on the loss!
Do you really think that the chicks that were born slim and stayed slim for all their lives never ever eat chocolate, drink too much, or eat cold pizza in the morning?
they surely do!!!! Its natural, its human and its pleasurable too!!!
then, they wake up the day after and eat salads and grilled chicken breasts for a day or two.
This is it you know. Simple. And since you are a slim woman, you can drink your booze, eat your pizza, and then eat "wisely" for a couple of days.
Right? Simple ;o)
***hugs***
(oi...I could feel your bones!!!! ;o)