Fuck You Harry Burnett Reese

I got trashed a little cavalier with my drinking last night, so I was worried I’d have trouble sticking to my diet today. Something about waking up with celery-puke in your hair right before work starts the day off on a weird foot.

But I hate myself. I had 3 peanut butter cups today (among other things). I don’t even eat candy. I seriously never buy candy (even as a treat) because it’s so horrible for you. 110 cals per cup.

I fucking hate having access to food at someone else’s house. I would never buy Reese’s cups for myself, but it’s like if they’re just there my fat evil twin takes over. I’m so irritated with myself. I’m going to be this size forever if I can’t stop indulging. I don’t even get that much pleasure out of food, I don’t know why I do this.

I miss my flat belly I had at 116 pounds so badly. And that’s not even my goal weight because I feel like it’s impossible I was ever so small.

On a more positive note: I started to have those “You already ruined your diet, might as well just eat evvvverrrrything” thoughts and I reminded myself how ridiculous that is and stopped. Had too many calories today, but whatever. At least it was a few hundred too many, not 1,500 too many.