Didn't have a lot of sleep this weekend. Didn't have a lot of food, either. It's hard to focus on anything else when you have two cats running wild all over the flat.
Weight is still the same, but I'm sure it won't be long until I see another drop. My pencil skirt, which I wear at work, is already a bit looser on the hips. The waistband is barely touching my body. It's a big mood lifter.
Spent the morning at the gym (elliptical, treadmill, some arm and ab work). Breakfast was a bowl of Special K with skimmed milk, I have some home-made tomato soup for lunch. I'll have to eat something in the evening, as my partner will be home, so I bought a box of raspberries for dinner. I'd love to do a liquid fast for two or three days, but it's nearly impossible at the moment. Too dangerous; I don't want him to know, I don't want him to suspect anything.
So far, the hiding's going good. I eat when he's around - the usual, low-calorie, diet stuff which he got used to me eating. Little does he know that when he's not, I stay away from food. Do I feel guilty? To be honest, I don't. I know a relationship should be based on trust, but I also know everyone has their little secrets. This is mine. It's not like I'm sleeping with someone else. It's just a little love affair with madness.
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