Senior year in college is killing me slowly yet surely.
I have been eating my frustration, depression and stress away.
Literally. Whatever the plans were in the beginning of the semester,
I simply couldn't get myself to stick to them. And the vicious circle
of frustration began... you know what I'm talking about.
Can't fit into my favorite pair of jeans. Yes, it's that bad.
It was on Sunday that I saw the dreaded number 60 (kg...132 lbs),
and realized this needs to stop.
Attempted to start a liquid diet yesterday.
Soup for lunch, liters of coffee, a can of diet coke.
Half a pack of cigarettes.
Screwed up at night: ate half a box of Turkish Delight.
Was so mad at myself that I purged.
Coffee for lunch today.
Latin Aerobic Dance at noon, an orange afterwards.
Going to spinning at 5.
Here's to us.