Can't say there's anything new to report in the past few days. I'm feeling unenthusiastic and fat after bingeing three days in a row this week but I don't think going into detail about it would make me feel better. Yesterday was detox though. This is what I call the day AFTER a binge-- gross and bloated but still craving sugar. I literally had to pay my little sister to follow me around all day and make sure I didn't attack the cookie jar or sneak off to the grocery store to buy candy. I'm such a junkie.
Anyways I got a part time job as the Assistant First Day School Coordinator at my family's Quaker meeting. Did I mention I was raised a Quaker? We're not super religious but I've gone every Sunday ever since I can remember so I thought a job in a familiar setting might be good for me. Basically it's putting out supplies for First Day (Sunday) School, buying snacks, cleaning up. It sounds easy but there are like a million little things I need to remember to do and I almost always forget at least three. It sucks. Today this woman came up to me and said something like, "Oh Eliza dear, there was practically no juice in the classrooms today and the children were EVER so thirsty..." My first impulse was to tell her that juice is essentially just sugar water and that kids would be better off drinking regular water or low-fat milk but then I remembered that most people don't put as much of their thought/time/space/energy/lives into obsessing over that sort of thing so I just gulped and said sorry.
Doing well with the no-weighing-myself thing. Although I can't say it's all that difficult because even if I could step on the scale I have absolutely no desire to see what the number is right now. I suppose the next time I'll find out is at some doctor's appointment or another- which reminds me- still no news on when my treatment will start. Who cares though? More time to lose this weight.