It has been a rather horrible few days.
Yesterday, I have been told my bum has gone flat; hence we should buy a bathroom scale and work out together, then you told me I am getting too obsessed with the functions of the scales that you are worried that I might relapse, so we are not buying one. FINE! I am going on a diet.

Today, I was bored out of my mind at work, missed you all day, and felt guilty for lying to you, telling you that I had a sandwich for lunch when I simply just threw it away.
Thought I would be good and have supper with you, which ended up in an argument, and I still had to eat the swede, carrot and potato mash that you insisted on buying, which I wasn't very keen on. It's POTATOES for god's sake!

Now, I am dreading the weekend cuz it means that we will be together 24/7 and it's going to be difficult to lie about my eating. I can already foresee loads of arguments. Would be nice if I could work 7 days a week.