So my friend's party went well the first night...well sorta. If you call drinking so much your passed out by 11pm and puking your brains out good. I hope I puked up my dinner that night. I'd like to tell myself I did. The next night I wasn't aware we were drinking again and I just couldn't handle it. The more they gave me the more sick I thought I was going to be so I turned in early again. But the second night I thought I was going to make good choices and eat good whether or not I was drunk. I think I did horrible but it could have been worse.
Today I went out with my mom and walked around downtown a bit. Then we took a bus back up town, went to a drug store and I got some vitamins that help with weight loss. I am excited about that.
My mom doesn't care about buying me weight loss anything. She always buys my diet pills too. Maybe more about my mother another day...
What I am not excited about was the fact that we went to a diner and had lunch. Now, when you order food that this diner they really pile the food on the plate. I wish I had not eaten but I did. I walked a lot but I don't think it helped anything. I'd like to say that I won't eat anything else for the rest of the day but I probably will. If I do, it will only be brussel sprouts. I have to limit myself to that. And yes, I actually do love brussel sprouts.
I forced myself to look at the scale and I have gained. Maybe like 3 pounds. That is horrible. I haven't looked at the scale in a while but I hope that this weekend I can get back on track.
Too much partying.
Too much eating.