Oh dear

Well, I am back from an insanely fantastic vacation visiting my friend/cousin Tiffany. Over the past five days we talked, laughed and got into trouble as well (as got new tattoos), and gross amounts of food and alcohol went along with that. We drank Saturday (oh, did we drink!), ate McDonalds and Stuffed crust pizza sunday, ate donairs on monday, and drank AND ate ridiculous stuff (ie. grilled cheese sadwiches with fried eggs and bacon... ugh) on monday.

Did I point anything the past few days? Nope. Not a thing... Nor am I going to. I think my thoughts are this: I am going in for surgery in two and a half weeks and it is going to be a massively difficult time for me. I'm not going to be able to go out, hang out with my friends, do any of the things I usually do socially. I am also going to have to lock down my eating so much because I won't be able to do my normal gym routine. I think I took this weekend to be a sort of last hurrah and I threw caution to the wind. I definitely over did it and I am going to be paying the cost tomorrow at WI but I knew what I was doing while I did it and really, I think it was worth it. Before I left I was feeling incredibly scared and depressed over the prospect of my surgery, knowing how deeply it is going to affect my life. Now I feel much more at peace with it, as though all the challenges facing me are at least a little more tolerable and manageable. Strange that a weekend of over indulgence and debauchery can have that affect but it did. :)
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Hunger: Dear god, no thank you
Body Image: um, alright.
General disposition: very happy
Song of the day: Oh My Gosh by Basement Jaxx