It's been so long since I had proper meals and for a self-confessed foodie, this is something you'd never expect me to say. I've always loved my carbo but after weeks of surviving without much of it, I think I'm being weaned of it. Mimi came over for dinner and in my boredom while waiting for her, I decided to cook something. I made Black Pepper Chicken and Mushroom rice. I think Mimi spooned a portion way too big for me. In the past, I would have easily gobbled it down but in the time it took Mimi to finish her share, I barely managed to finish half of mine. Even so, I regretted eating so much because I felt sick and nauseous the whole night. It got to the point where my head started aching.

The only thing that made me feel better was throwing up. My stomach's a bit sore from heaving but I feel better. As if a heavy weight was lifted from the pit of my stomach. I guess my stomach has shrank from my decreased food intake. It's a good thing. I've lost quite a bit of weight recently and people have commented that I'm looking better. I'm glad that I've started being more conscious of what I eat and how much I eat.

It's become a bit of an obsession. I used to weigh myself very rarely but now I weigh myself daily. Watching the weight fall is boosts me emotionally. I may not be able to control the other things in my life that are falling to pieces but I can control what I put in my body.

5 down, 8 to go...

It's not that hard. At least, it's not that hard anymore.