See, it works. The scale will move.

Dad brought home Papa Murphy's pizza and I just ate whatever I wanted. Still counted calories, though. It's over 2,000 for the day. Whatever. I did achieve all of my fitness goals today. My legs are soooo sore. I can barely move around. I hope the scale will still move in the morning. If it doesn't move I want it to stay the same. It's so shitty to see it go down and get up some hope and then it's right back to where it started in the first place. Stupid heavy pizza. Stupid heavy body. Clyde says he's going to take me on a "pot-picnic" tomorrow. So, I'll eat sushi and play hella frisbee. He is such a fabulous boyfriend to me. Things have really changed for the better in our relationship. He brought me a rose bouquet, a nice card and a heart balloon. And drugs, lots of nice drugs. He loves me and I love him and we love each other always.

My entries are so incoherent lately.