The F Word.

As I write this, I'm sitting here eating chocolate.
I know I shouldn't be eating chocolate, I don't need it. But still I eat it anyway.
At the moment I've been stressing about exams..and getting this flat..and moving back home..so I've been eating the craaappiest food. And I hardly eat the dinner they give us at the halls, so nothing is really balanced. I don't usually go to breakfast, and I normally have a reasonable lunch..

I've always had problems with how I look.
I've hated my legs and my stomach ever since I was about 16. But recently, actually, ever since I moved to the halls, I realised how much weight I've put on. I've gotten heaps bigger than I was. Fortunetly for me, I haven't been near the scales in forever so I don't actually know how much I weigh.
But I swear, even my boyfriend is skinnier than me.
Anyway, I know I've posted about this before but Summer is just around the corner and I need to loose weight. Badly.

I did 40 situps tonight, I'm going to do another 40 at 9PM
And untill then I am going to study some more.
Tomorrow, I am going to do 50.
I swear I am sticking by this.

No.More.Crap.

M