I quit swimteam.
Got fired from my job.
Totally lost my social life.
Damn it. I'm just downright depressed.
I have absolutely nothing to look foward to in life.
Maybe my outlook will be better when I like my body. eh?
Alright. It's time for yet another dedicated fast. Hmm. 10 days?
Not too long... But long enough to do some real damage.
I ate at pizza hut with my family yesterday.
A small salad and two slices of pizza.
Bleck. But I havn't eaten today.
Tomorrow might be hard.
I'll do my best.
9 more days.