Last night my bf came home from work and brought me a dish of lasagna. He insisted it was because he knew it was my favorite but I kinda think he just wanted to guilt me into eating. Either way he’s trying to take care of me so well, such a sweetheart. I tried to eat as much as I could for him but only managed about 1/4 and he ate the rest. Ended up with me in the bathroom trying to purge, awful idea, barely ever does it have the result I want. Got super high instead and started hallucinating more than I ever have, Darren kept changing into animals and shit…fuckin weird.
Anyways, went down on the scale again a little bit. And I’ve definitely boosted my metabolism with yesterday so right on track.
