It's not pretty. As you can tell by my weight.
4th of July, I wore my size 2 jeans for the first time. They fit perfectly. Yay!
Then everything went downhill.
We went to a party and I got horribly drunk. Throwing up/passing out drunk. Apparently while I was drunk, I ranted about how I thought I was horribly fat and made myself throw up. Also, a random guy there (not a creeper) said that when he saw me, he was hoping I was single and he told my fiance he's really jealous of him. Haha. God I dunno.
Woke up at 52.7.
Then had a sleepover at the dieting friend's house. She's on her diet. She ate 5-6 pieces of cheese pizza covered in honey mustard. We stayed up all night playing a scary game and drinking chocolatey coffee. That's basically been it.
The boy made tofu today and he was all happy as fuck cause it turned out well.