Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, they have now gone to a nuclear level of shit in my life. Last night, I had less than one hour of sleep. The human body can only take so much abuse. Something has to give; I have to sort myself out very soon as no man is worth causing myself permanent damage.
One day, I will write more about the tornado that has destroyed my life and how the sweetest, nicest and kindest man that I ever knew has overnight for NO REASON WHATSOEVER, turned into an evil monster that would make your deepest, darkest nightmares child’s splay.
In other news…like those pertaining to this blog about chipping away my fat…
Even with the reappearance of my missing period, it’s been a good week on the weight front. In fact, it’s been a good couple of weeks. I’ve lost half a stone in two weeks. I still wouldn’t recommend this heartbreak diet but my goodness, it’s bloody brilliant.
I am also more reassured than ever before that if I can stay on my diet with the hell of the past nine and a half weeks, once all the weight is gone, I will never, ever get fat again, ever.
Week Eleven’s verdict: Today’s weight 106.6kg, week’s weight loss 1.7 kg (3.7 pounds); total weight loss; 17.8 kg ( 39.2 pounds)
I am three pounds away from losing three stones. OMFG.