Outer Banks - Day 10 July 26

I'm in a stranger's house all alone this morning. I slept in a strange girl's bed. Her bedroom was bright, radioactive green. It was fine when the lights were off, but otherwise it game me a huge headache. Or that might have been the caffeine unsupplimented by food. Either way, last night was a rough sleep. Now that I'm awake, I'm sitting in an armchair, eating a 60 calorie dark chocolate stick, watching an old black-and-white film. What's awesome is that I can not only sit in this armchair, I can curl up in it, and my fat isn't really getting in the way as much as it used to. I'm thrilled, to say the least. This movie is full pf film sirens, with thin bodies and beautiful faces, perfect hair, completely groomed and dressed to the nines. I wish I were like them. I'm about to finish off this chocolate stick, and after about 2 hours a friend and his son will pick me up for breakfast. Probably at Einstein Brother's Bagel Company. I don't know what I'll have, or how I'll get away with eating half... Updates may be possible.

B - Hershey's Extra Dark Chocolate Stick - 60
hash browns - 208
1 egg over medium - 80
2 slices of toast - 180
popcorn - 20

L - 1 Pizzeria Express Cheese Slice - 200

Meh... I promised myself I wouldn't eat the popcorn at the movie I went to, and I only ate the pizza because I was feeling very sick. Shaking, fast heartbeat, trouble concentrating, and about to pass out. It was too much to handle, but I has to or I'd surely give myself away to the people I was with. I'm on a plane to Salt Lake and after that I'm going home. I'm finally going home... It's been too long out of my house without a personal home-base. I still feel sick. I'm shaking hard... I want to sleep so I can't think about it. I can't think about it, because food will make me fat and I know it'll make me feel better.

L2 - pretzels - 45

D - Odwalla Orange Juice - 220

I'm almost home. I'm in the Salt Lake Airport waiting to hoard my last plane of this whole fiasco. I'm running out of space to write, though, because I started an Elle Magazine thinspo on the next page. I feel horrible. Dizzy, hungry, and incredibly fatigued. It's almost over, and when it is, I can start taking care of my body. More exercise. Less stress-calories. More blogging. More literature. Less fat. I wonder how much I weigh...