Girth Mirth.

I went over a bit yesterday. Here are today's eat treats:

Breakfast: an eat natural bar.-300
three dried apricots-30

Lunch: a bean and cheese wrap-380
an apple-40

It's currently half past eight, and I got up at two. I went to a friend's last night and we watched Supersize Me and some documentary along the lines of, "What's actually in that health bar is half a pig carcass, chubs, so don't eat it". Now I'm terrified that I'm actually eating so far above my calorie count it's astronomical.

I'm meant to be writing an essay. I've read a few sources...

Here are some good things about today and yesterday:

1. I saw my friend who I like, and we firmed up plans to live in London next year. Both of these make me happy.

2. I saw him today. He picked on me for my jumper (it's a huge one, 40in mens, but I wear it because it's warm for the library).

3. I'm on my way to doing work.

I feel a bit of a bitch because I'm sitting directly opposite a girth. I mean a real fatty- this one's got to be at least twenty stones. I chose to sit here to make myself feel better. She's very pretty but so big. I feel big; I go home, and I think the mirror's lying there, I can't be THAT fat, then I come to Uni-Home and I think the mirror in my room makes me look even more grotesque, then I look down at my body and that's the worst of all reflections. But this girl opposite me is garguntuan; she's wearing a grey sort of dress that should be flattering but doesn't cover her rolls. She isn't hideous by any stretch, but I know that the primary reason for befriending her would probably be pity. It's not as if I can talk, with my hideous jumper, tennis pro headband and spotty face; I've made far less effort. But I know that if I was to put in as much effort than she has, I'd look a lot better. And I don't think I'm the prettiest pork about town; I'd just be more appealing. She makes me glad to be me.