Bleh!!!

As I think I might have mentioned in a previous entry, my dear auntie is staying with us for a few weeks, from England. I'm home alone with her tonight, as the stepfather has fecked off for a long weekend in the remotest regions of Pennsylvania, the sister is away in Costa Rica, and mum is out to dindin with friends. Since it's just the 2 of us, I offered to bring auntie the dinner of her choice on my way home from the salon.

Auntie wanted Kentucky Fried Chicken. No biggie. I wouldn't eat that anyway, even without an eating disorder as it always used to make me a bit ill. But Auntie, I think, is suspicious of my eating habits. As soon as she sat down to dinner, she asks, "Aren't you having any?"

Now I planned on not eating dinner because I didn't work out today, so I could safely stay at 350 cals for the day. But I feel guilty not eating in front of my auntie. I don't know why - I can use the "not hungry" and "not feeling great" lines with mum and she never bats an eyelash, but it feels wrong to say that to auntie. WTF?!? So I had to sit there and nibble teensy pieces of biscuit and bits of ::gag:: original recipe chicken. I had maybe 50 cals worth of KFC, maximum, but now I feel like a bloated hippopotamus.

Relapse.

That anime post on PT made me nostalgic for Sailor Moon, which I used to watch religiously from age 13-17. and now I'm watching it again. They have all the episodes online here - I love the internet!!!

I successfully ate out last night (although I did have a glass and a half of wine and started rambling about nonsense in front of my mother). Had maybe 550-600 cals for the day including the wine, and weighed in at 103 this morning!

Must not go too much over 300 today, as I'm getting my head bleached and won't be able to exercise. Thank God for those 100-cal flatbread things. So far I've had cereal (75) and coffee (5).