Oh Fuck

I am home.

I am eating.

I am eating...alot.

I fit into size 26 jeans rather easily now...except for Paige Premiums, those I have issues with...which is exactly why I bought a distressed vintage wash size 26 Paige's. I will fit into them. I will. Give me two months.

I am still eating alot.

My cheeks have puffed.

My thighs are touching that much more.

I am skipping going out with friends tomorrow evening because of this.

I got fat.

I don't know how much I weigh.

I lost interest in weighing myself. It's so much better for my sanity to just eat salads and gym it and check the jeans...

I miss the Russian.

I've been going through his facebook photos, watching the vids, and taroting our possibilities together like a school girl stalker that I am...

I have wet dreams about him.

O.

M.

F.

G.

What the fuck?



Belle