So, I know, I haven’t written in ages. I’m moving next month and trying to get all of my affairs in order. Things are going well. Scott and I are finally together. It’s scary since I’m leaving soon but we’re trying to make it work. Since this new found relationship began, I’ve been slowing down with the partying. I spend most weekends with Scott which means I spend them sober. I still get high on the weeknights but not as much as I was. I’ll update again soon.

It’s Thursday afternoon. I have made it through most of the week with little caloric intake. I have lost 2 pounds this week. I am doing well. Enter my mother stage wrong. Every so often my mother being the loving woman that she is, brings me lunch at the office. It is an appreciated gesture but sometimes annoying. Today’s gift of lunch is a cheese steak with fries. If you aren’t from the east coast and don’t know what a cheesesteak is, it’s a sub roll with low quality shredded beef and cheese. It’s quite delicious. It’s also quite the enemy.

The smell of it makes me both hungry and quesy. I take a bite and while it is delicious, I can feel the calories heading straight for my thighs. I’m doing so well, I don’t want this horrid thing. I’m also hungry and broke. I think I’ll eat the sandwich, skip the fries, and take an extra stacker.