Thursday, May 21, 2015
I think dieting has a tendency to screw with my emotions. Last night I was bopping around the house feeling all skinny. This morning I woke up and looked at myself in the shower and felt like a fat toad. Around 11am I started feeling skinny again. Then I changed clothes and felt dang cute. Now I'm starving and I feel okay, but not particularly skinny either.
Up and down, happiness and depression, all in the space of a couple hours!? Jeez.