Ahhhh, the familiar comforting pain of the laxative in my system - the cramping, the cold sweats, the shakes, the nausea....punishment for the way I look(ed in those pics from last night).

Convinced my friend to take them down. She obliged, but they are still in existence.

They will always serve as a reminder of my failure, my inability to succeed.

Today is a new day, a fresh start, a new plan of attack.

No more 1/2c fibre cereal for breakfast (my 90 cal for the first half of the day); nope, cutting that our, doing just unsweetened almond milk (35cal/cup), sugar-free jello (10cal/half cup), more laxatives and a small spinach salad for supper.

I'm a fucking failure, as past behaviours predict; however, the glorious thing about being alive is that I have another day to make a change.