I feel fat. Gross and fat. Let myself relax on the weekend to throw my mother off the scent (she kept going on about how much weight I've lost, and how good I look, etc). Didn't want to seem suspicious.
I decided to say fuck it all and start a new plan once I was back at my own apartment, which is today, but since I started the day at my Dads, tomorrow, which is also my first day of classes, is day one. I'm not sure of my exact rules yet, but I know that I will defiantly have to start writing down every morsel of food that even goes near my mouth. Too much mindless extras. I'm going to work out the details tomorrow.
As for life I'm thinking of getting a second job, as I have no money. Well I have barely enough to cover the essentials and every few months I need to ask a parental unit for money and frankly that's just so disheartening at 25. I may just apply to the grocery store that is about 2 minutes from my apartment. Work a few evenings a week to just help out with the bills and having extra money. I want to visit a friend in Boston for a long weekend sometime, but I just can't save any money with my one job. But then again, I have no free time as it is anyways. I'm always on the go. I may give it a shot for a month or so then decide to quit if it sucks to hard.