174 this evening. It is getting easier to not eat so that's cool. I am tired of being so fucking fat. Looking at myself makes me cry.
No idea if what's his name is coming this weekend or not. I had to buy new sheets and shit because mine are old and threadbare because I don't give a shit. At this point I have truly exhausted myself form caring. if he doesn't come I can workout more and BP and start my spanish lessons. And I will end up in such good shape that I will forget he exists. It all works out in the end.
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