So, last night I ate two giant spoonfuls of peanut butter before bed (damn you, Skippy, you're like crack on a spoon, but you make me fat), because apparently I had no impulse control, but was still at 800 calories for the day. Not ideal, but I didn't mess up too badly, so I tried not to beat myself up too much about it. I was expecting to see a jump in the scale, and I was up half a pound this morning--119.6. Still under 120, though, yay!

I was planning on fasting today, but my mom was home around lunchtime, and was all "haven't you eaten yet? You look pale, what's going on?" UGHH.  So I made these mini-fritatta-in-a-muffin-tin things with her (mushrooms, spinach, bell peppers, and a bit of cheese in scrambled egg) and had two of them. I have class tonight, so I can get out of dinner, which means about 250 cals for the day, which is fine, because I'm actually not hungry at all.

I'm wearing my pink skinny corduroys today (I liker pink and I love corduroy and they were ten dollars, okay, don't be judging me) and they're definitely looser than the last time I wore them, which was a month and a half ago. Last time the waistband was a little tight when I sat down, but now they're totally comfortable. (they're size 4 from American Eagle) .

ALSO: motivation!