at 110 (where I was a year and I half ago. I've been all sorts of weights since). God, just thinking about it makes me sick.Last night I hung out with a friend-of-a-friend that I've met once before. The kid is mind-blowingly disciplined. He's in perfect shape, without being deathly afraid of food. To the contrary, he works in an upscale supermarket and cooks gourmet meals. Yeah. What a concept. He told a mutual friend I was "a pleasure to talk to" and WOW someone intelligent wants to be around me!? He's having a surprise birthday dinner next week and its times like these I wish I was normal. But no. So not going.
Yesterday I also got deferred from the first college that replied to me (besides my safety school) soooo what better way to assert to the rest of the world that I actually am relevant then by starving again???
I'm full of good ideas.
And I promise regular updates in which I'll share some more.
