The return of the calorie.

I’m down 0.6lbs today from yesterday. I promised myself I wouldn’t weigh myself but I also promised myself a singing career by 16 and that didn’t happen either- shit happens.

I’m making the “wise” decision to return to my restricting. Just to clear things up (incase you think that all I do is fast and binge-purge) a normal day for me, one where I’m not fasting or binge-purging, is 500 calories of less. This is a pretty easy, no fuss, number for me. I don’t feel hungry and I can pretty much always turn that into 3 or more meals a day without even reaching 500- thats just the cut off point.

It took me just over half an hour to eat my 70cals of yoghurt for breakfast this morning. Thats pretty normal actually but not absurd. Trust me when I say there are people out there who eat alot slower than myself. I’ll probably spend the rest of the day trying to figure out how to get the most food for the least amount of calories. Its just my way. This is an especially good skill to have when, like me, your Mum is off work for the week due to flu. My Mum is blissfully unaware of the dreaded calorie and probably thinks every food item is the same so as long as she sees me eating thats good enough for her. Its only when I start losing weight quickley that she worries and by then I can’t be bothered hiding how much I do/do not eat anyway. Then fireworks! Because my Mum’s answer to everything is blind rage.

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