So today

I was driving.And It brought back some crazy memories.

Like, I passed the spot where about six months ago, I was walking, run away from home, to my boyfriends house. It was 17 degrees outside, so cold, and snowy. I was soaked to the bone from how wet it was. And it took me three hours to walk from my school to his house. I kep tgetting sprayed from passing cars. That same night he broke up with me, and all I can remember is howling in pain from how sad I was.

But before that night I had always had fun with him. And we hung out, and he called me baby, and I was loved. That night, we curled up in his twin size bed, and made love (multiple times) throughout the night. And it was wonderful.

Remembering my sadness though, made me sick to my stomach. Now, my outlet has always been to eat my sorrows away. Boy dumped you? Stuff my face with oreos.

But now, I'm sick of being fat. I NEED TO STICK WITH THE PROGRAM THOUGH.

So here's the plan. Because I'm sick of being fat, I need to have an eating plan.

Hopefully tommorow it will go, a large glass of water with three sticks of celery (18 calories)

Gum to bide my hunger away (5 calories)
Nothing until about lunchtime when I will have either soup (60-90 calories) or a yogurt (100 calories) or a protein bar (90 calories)

Lots of water.

Throughout the day I will supplement my carb interceptors in hopes they will do what I need.

I WILL BE THIN.

Anyone out there want to be my buddy? I could use it.