Egg salad - 150 cals
Minestrone soup - 29 cals
Kick - 24 cals
Special k bar - 88 cals
Strawberries and natural yogurt - 100 cals
total - 391 cals
cycled 8.4 miles - 200 ish
I am stressing tonight.
Today I had to keep having to fight the overwhelming feeling to cry.
And this sounds so utterly pathetic but I'm getting angry at Hollyoaks and their stupid "eating disorder" storyline as I type this.
I am on the verge of binging, I can feel it, I am also going to fail my stupid History re-take tomorrow, because my stupid brain is incapable of remembering the aims of the the stupid Chartist movement and the impact it had on political reform in the nineteenth century. Raaaaaaaaaaah.
Wow. That actually felt better to type out, and now when I read it back it seems so insignificant and pathetic to what I know some of your are going through at the moment. My thoughts are with you.
Going to revise a bit more and then do my workout DVD, hopefully burn about 400 if I put my back into it. Then hopefully I'll be too knackered to function and drift into a dreamless sleep.
My dreams are against me at the moment, last night I had a dream about my ex- Theo, it felt so real that when I woke up I was left in a state of bittersweet melancholy, bittersweet because it was the happiest time of my life; and for that dream, I was happy, however the moment I realised that was all it was, a dream, the emptiness in my chest hit, because it is a time of my life that will always be in the past.
Without sounding too overdramatic, I'm sure a few of you will relate to this, and without meaning to sound too patronising to those of you who can't relate, nothing, to me, can compare to that feeling of emptiness in my chest when I think about him, hurts more than I would like to imagine. Sometimes it actually feels like physical pain. It physically hurts.
I've come to realise, although I think I already knew somewhere inside; perhaps that's why I've come to this point,
No amount of food will fill that hole.
It is irrevokably existant.
Naive to think I can shrink it?
Time will tell.
Walking down the street.
Pounding the world underneath my feet.
My visions blurred.
And I heard what you said, yes I heard.
So I'm trying to push you, out of my head.
But my thoughts override,
As I lie in my bed,
I just picture you lying beside me,
I try to close my eyes,
but I can't sleep.So maybe that's where my bad mood stems from today, I woke up "on the wrong side of the bed", so to speak.. although I'm laughing to myself as I write that because technically I can only get out of my bed one side.. it's against a wall..
Hope you are all well.
Florence xxx




Oh to be Alexa Chung.. sigh. xx