day twenty.

right then. throw me in at the deep end. i'm back in croydonia and i intend to pick up this shit. i know, i know, i'm all talk. why is it that when i do so well on not eating junk in one town, the next
place defeats me. i have no idea. anyhow i'm resorting to the original plan of fruit, water and more or less the same dinner. here's hoping the running will come with it naturally. hey guess what? my father didn't say that i looked like shamu when i stepped through the door. great - maybe it's a development. sigh. if any of you lost boys and girls were thinking of stepping up (<3) with me, now is the time to do it. welcome to day twenty.

i'll be back in bournemouth april 22nd, which adds up to day 42. so i'll see you at the finish line.

day nineteen.

i am listening to harry potter audio tapes whilst playing harry potter on the ps2. this is my life.

day eighteen.

the weekend was not properly discussed. we pretty much drank for 72 hours, which is a fairly new experience for me. sunday morning was spent watching lesbian porn. i met a delightful clairvoyant whom i cant seem to find online, and managed to persuade half the triangle that i was a drag queen named olympia. new career choice y'all. i need to get home and keep this diet going since my eating habits here in bourneo have descended into eating butter and other available lipids. lollipops are also a new ting. furthermore, it doesnt help that sarah jane cooks tasty pork chops and does barbecues in the back yard. photoshopping has suddenly become an entertaining way to pass time between pate adventures. this blog is a little redundant for the meantime since now it really is one of those "this was my bullshit day" blogs. onwards and upwards though. im still less of a fat bastard than when i started it. only minimally mind - i still resemble the jabba thing from star wars.

day sixteen/seventeen

christ, i don't know how long i slept for but it wasn't very long, and occurred after we stayed up all night. like seriously, there was daylight its gross. and there was a lesbian in our house shouting that she eats poo. no joke. its hard to keep track with this whole dieting shabang since this weekend went past me like a blurry scooby-doo background that keeps repeating.

day fifteen.

some bird said i lost weight. score.
so as with many of my impulsive ideas, i decided to just eat whatever for a few days, since i cant afford to buy fruit and whatever. how embarrassing for everyone concerned. then at home im upping the ante and running everywhere and eating nothing. because there its so much easier. when i come back people can fawn over me. i suck.

gonna go downstairs and watch tv with megan in a bit, before we go out again to le triangle. i cant keep away its gross. im deffos drinking way less alcohol than i used to anyway so there's no judgment to be made. shout out to rachel proctor <3

day fourteen.

the shit hit the fan. sarah-jane brought golden grahams into my life again and i felt gross. i also just ate a boost, but given that my energy levels feel alarmingly depleted as of late, i felt that i needed the sugar. as well as the praline goodness. as i write, housemate to the stars jodie campbell-downes is reading over my shoulder. "write something about how amazing i am, you may choose to use the words 'comical genius'". so yeah we didn't go for the run today but im about to embark on a course social where alcohol will be present. sucks for me. but karaoke? ooh go on then. shout outs to rachel palmer. and tomorrow i will eat nothing but skinny. i havent found love yet.

day thirteen.

unlucky for some. me being that 'some'. see that hot mess to the right? thats me. a gross great big gross enormous disgusting gross fatty. i had tuna for brunch, which is fine, but dinner was a soupy pasta thing and oh god i feel full. for some reason, when you have a tonne of food, its easy to not eat it. as soon as you start to run out of supplies however, you want to eat everything in sight. why does life suck? i miss fruit. i just miss it. i still have my water though. do your fucking essay and stop writing a blog that no one gives a dairy dump about.