Home always screws me up. Ugh! There's no way I'm going to be able to meet my goal by tomorrow. After quickly trying to purge the last thing I ate at home when I got back to the apartment I was a staggering 4 pounds heavier. Like... WTF?! Okay, no, I'm not really surprised... Just... dissappointed. I need to stop going home. End of story. Dyeing my hair right now, then need to clean the room up... At least I won't be sitting around the rest of the night. That wouldn't help at all. Tomorrow back to my lovely fasting. But I know what's going to happen... What always happens. My body will refuse to drop pounds even though it isn't getting any food and then I'll get frustrated, and eat. And I hate myself, because I know that it happens everytime yet I can't seem to stop it. Why can't I stop getting frustrated so easily??
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