Its 10:50pm I havent even opened my text book to revise. What is wrong with me? Instead I feel the need to wallow in my own self pity and look at old instagram pictures of when my life looked fun and I was happy going out partying knowing I would see my man at the end of the night. Big sighs! I’ve been on POF tonight, great. What a disaster that was previously in my life, not quite sure what I thought I would get out of it. I even had the urge to just text that guy from last week something forward and enticing but what the hell is that going to prove? My urge to just have random sex with a random man has now gone and I now have Cher singing to me and that empty lonely feeling. The summer is coming, my exams will be over and there is no way I will be staying in like this every weekend. I am sure it will get me in to trouble but I can’t just waste my life like this. I need to laugh. I need to feel good about myself and socialise with people this is just depressing!
Day 1 has gone well 1,177 calories.
Breakfast – mixed grain crispbreads (bit random but was all I could find)
Lunch – Subway, turkey breast and ham on honey oat week
Dinner – Chicken and rice
Snacks – Salt & vinegar crinkly cheddars (my fave)
I walked 8,383 steps with no exercise. Tomorrow I will be going to the gym and doing an 8k training programme.
I will be looking fab for summer and be out ALOT!!! Why should my life stop because he got himself locked up?!