agia marina cyprus

Friday: I donapos;t really remember what I ate because I was stoned out of my skull, but it was less than 500 calories, so thatapos;s alright I guess.
Saturday: Two skinny vanilla lattes (180).
Sunday: Tall skinny vanilla latte, two egg whites with catsup, blueberries, and coffee with splenda and a teaspoon of half and half (230?).

Tomorrow kick-starts my thirty-day plan and I feel really anxious. And itapos;s not really helping that my stomachapos;s aching from the dinner I just had (egg whites from a diner = greasy as fuck). Iapos;m just trying to ignore the pain/nausea right now and think about the good day that I had. I pretty much slept in and then hung out with my brother and his friend Sara. We drove around aimlessly until we hit a Starbucks, then took pictures in some neighboring villages, and went to the best diner in the world to have breakfast for dinner. My brother looked kind of sad when I said that I didnapos;t want to order anything but coffee, so I tried to choose something healthy. Hopefully the way that the diner prepared the eggs didnapos;t add too many calories or too much fat.

Anyway, a snippet of conversation from dinner:
Matt [talking about a one of our friends and her boyfriend]- Yeah, so sheapos;s an undiagnosed anorexic and her boyfriend knows this, but heapos;s such an asshole that he always calls her fat.
Sara- Oh my God, thatapos;s awful. Thatapos;s so sad. I donapos;t understand how people can think like that.
Matt- Think like what? Being anorexic?
Sara- Yeah, eating disorders make no sense to me. I mean, how can someone think so little of themselves and not just love who they are?
Me- ::awkward silence::
Matt- Yeah, so... [changes subject]

Ugh. Whatever. Back to my day. The pictures that I took are pretty much mediocre crap and Iapos;d post them anyway, but Livejournal is being a bitch and wonapos;t let me put them behind a cut, so fuck it. Maybe another day.


agia marina cyprus, agia marina hania, agia memoriam missing sophia, agia memoriam sofia.