The scales are not my friend right. At all. I'm going out in a couple of hours which I really want to cancel on but I'm going to go. I seriously should not have weighed myself. That's always a sure way to ruin the day and turn my mood to crap.
I hate bulimia. I hate it even more since my method of purging has become laxatives and exercise because I don't want to mess up the £3000 worth of metal in my mouth. God, it isn't the same though.
I need to go shopping at some point and stock up on healthy, low calorie stuff so even if I do binge, it's not on something that is going to make me gain a billion pounds. Plus, fruit and vegetables sounds so good after 2-3 weeks of pure rubbish. I might go tomorrow depending what time I get home tonight.
Hope everyone has a good weekend.
Write more soon.