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So my mom forced me into dinner. Which little does she know, I disposed of in the shower. Genius. I did take laxatives though, in case. But I am NOT going back to 145 no matter what. I did have to eat something so my bowels aren't digesting themselves. I had a sliver of cheesecake. Now my mom wants to go to a famous little ice cream shop. OH COME ON! But I'm not going, well I might, and if I do I won't get anything.

I think I'm divorcing my bitch-friend. It seriously feels like dumping a boyfriend I still like but it's just not working or whatever. I don't think I've ever been through a friend dump. Hurts.

Anyways, BARN TOMORROW! from the crack of dawn til 1 or later. Perfection. I'll sleep for a little while, ride, sleep some more, go for a walk. BURN BABY BURN!

Oh - of course. I want to thank anyone and everyone who's helping or supporting me. I so appreciate it. Go ahead though, get mean. Yell at me. Tell me how gross I am, tell me how worthless cravings and food are.

I'm scared too look at the scale, but technechally I think I'm still at 144. I'll check tomorrow morning and tomorrow night. If not, back to the choping up body parts and being tossed down a sewer.