It's 10.45 and I still haven't started work. Okay, so I only got up at about 10.15, but still. I need to make a full day of this revision! I've had a cigarette and made myself a cup of green tea so I'm all set. Just doing the rounds on here then I'm good to go.
I'm feeling better about jumping on the scales now. I can't actually weigh myself until Tuesday [back at uni, only have scales there] but it'll help me to know just how out of control things have got. I'm going to make a real effort until then and then gain the extra motivation from the scales to kick myself back into shape.
We went out last week and people keep commenting on how good my legs look in the pictures. Is everyone else blind?! They really don't look good. At all. I look like a pig. It's disgusting.

The picture isn't a good quality one, I know. But you can see the flab, see the fat clinging onto me. It makes me feel sick.
I feel torn. Torn between what I want, and this revision. I want to sack off the revision and work my ass off, but I can't draw attention to anything like that right now.
I wish my legs were like that <3