So You Think You Can Diet
I’m cautiously optimistic. The scales today said 78.3 kilos. It’s not great, but it’s not awful. They also read 77.6 at one point, but that seems a little implausible so either I accidentally cheated (more than the acceptable level of cheating, I mean), or there was a leak in the space-time continuum. Either way, I’ll weight a few days before weighing myself again.
My partner and I got bits of extra work which added up to about $150, which really takes the pressure off. We still can’t fix either of our cars (yet) but if I need to do something stupid we can go out to dinner.
Yesterday we went to a friend’s place for dinner and he made salad – usually a favourite of mine (I’ve even blogged about it). But there was chicken (my newest, shiniest food-related phobia). And vegetables. I was so hungry I was barely speaking (too difficult to be civil so catatonia was better) but I couldn’t face one bite. So I ate Maccers (which, since it isn’t technically “food” was both edible and a handy way to express my self-destructive urges).
Another friend who was there is obsessed with diseases – the more horrible, the better. He thinks I have living parasites in my gut (based on the fact I got food poisoning in Indonesia in January and haven’t 100% recovered). So I’m going to the doctor today.
Why couldn’t I get the awesomely cool kind of parasite that causes massive weight loss, dagnammit?
Felicity Banks 
Ben (Crispin) said,
February 23, 2010 at 2:05 am
“I’ll weight a few days before weighing myself again.”
Was that an awful pun or brilliant Freudian Slip…?
felicitybloomfield said,
February 23, 2010 at 2:20 am
brilliant Freudian slip
Ben (Crispin) said,
February 23, 2010 at 11:51 am
Brilliant!