So I've lost 4lbs since I was home last, about 2 weeks ago. It's not the greatest, but a loss is a loss right? I know it's not enough, but I'm gonna try my hardest to keep loosing, and to be losing more
I've already posted about how awful I looked at Caroline's 21st, and I don't want to know what I looked like at Mo's. The pictures are already posted on facebook, 260 of them! She's only tagged me in 5. I can't remember if I was in more than that or not, but I know I was avoiding the cameras' like the plague.
The food situation was perfect on Friday and Sunday. Left for her house on Friday at 3, and it was around 6 o clock by the time I got down there (she lives on the coast, so it took that long to get there from the city). Her mom already had dinner made for me, but I told them I'd picked up something in the shops half way down (lies) so I wasn't hungry (in truth I'd fasted up until then, and got away with just eating some peas, cabbage). Also got to fast on Sunday - feeling sick from all I drank the night before (had 2 vodka and diet cokes, was drinking iced water the rest of the night, but they didn't know that).
Now for Saturday...what a disaster.
Mo had rented 2 holiday homes for all her friends to stay in for the weekend. Her party was Saturday night, but a few of us went down on Friday. I stayed in one of the houses with Mo and 4 other girls, and her sister, brother-in-law (who's a chef) and 3 of her brothers stayed in the other house. I tried to sleep in for as long as I could Saturday morning (hoping to avoid breakfast), but they waited. I mean, it was after midday at this stage, and I know they'd been up about the house since 8ish. I managed to get away with a banana and a slice of toast, while the rest of them stuffed their faces with waffles, rashers/bacon, sausages, fried eggs, hash browns and 2 loaves of bread! It was sickening to watch them all eat so much food. Took the best part of an hour to cook it all, and it was gone in 10 minutes. It actually makes me sick thinking about it.
Because we had breakfast so late (courtesy of yours truely), we were able to avoid lunch (but the girls filled up on junk food from the shop later in the day). We started setting up the pub for the party, and when we got back to the rented houses, I was bombarded with questions about what I could and couldn't eat (vegan, so got to avoid the cakes too...that's right, there was 2 of them!). They were doing these cocktail sausage rolls, spring rolls, mince pies and God knows what else. I told them to just prep a salad for me later in the evening and that would be fine, but no, the darling chef insisted on preparing as much food for me as he would be for everyone else. In his own words: "Everyone else is going to be stuffing their faces all night, you might as well be too".
He made a few spring rolls, which I doubt were vegan, and some sandwiches. He had my food in a seperate basket to the food for everyone else, just so I could eat. So I was literally sitting in the pub with a basket of food in front of me, with all eyes on me, waiting for me to finish it. Lucking there was another vegetarian there, so he helped me with the sandwiches - I was picking the salad out of the bread, he ate all the rest. We managed to slip away to the toilets and flush the rest of them, and most of the spring rolls too.
I thought I'd gotten away with it, because this guy had been in on it too, but the asshole ratted me out to Mo and said that I hadn't eaten a single thing all night (bad move sticking with him after). Don't even want to talk about the drama that kicked off back in the house afterwards - the less said the better, but I don't ever want to see that back stabber again.
