Ketchup

Yeesh. What a long weekend it was.

Little to no news on the weight loss front: I haven't seen 199 since last week, but it's stayed in that 200-200.5 range. I also tried on the dress I wore for the last school dance I went to. Mucho disappointing. It fits through the belly and bust, though not very well, but it's a halter top so my underarm flubber spills out. Fricking a. I'm not sure how I can fix that by Saturday, so the dance might be a no go. Le sigh.

On a happier note I've started writing again. So far I'm just doing Hobbit fanfiction drabbles, but I'm really enjoying it. Between my half dozen written notes I've got almost 9000 words, which sure feels like a lot. My writing is still crap but funny, and the one-shots are all about my OC. DX I feel like such a fangirl dork.

I'm missing rehearsal and going to mom's house tonight for my grampa's birthday party. Not sure why, since we haven't had one for him since I was born (at his request), but we are. Meh. Going to my grandparents' house is always a miserable experience. Gramma has absolutely no patience for our family so she's always yelling, and C4 takes being over there as  an excuse to scream when she doesn't get what she wants. Plus gramma's an amazing cook, so my weak-willed ass always eats too much. Shite this evening is gonna suck.

Lol. Oh well, I guess.

Th end of this week will be freedom. Within just a few days I can celebrate (privately) 100 days without self-injury. A's last day of school is Friday too, and while I'll miss her I'm almost glad she's going. Without her I can focus entirely on my eating (or lack thereof) and my art. It'll be a long, lonely, focused semester, and it'll be good. If I can just take some time alone I can drop this weight and then worry about being social. It will be fine.