Damn. Just had mini-binge. Polar cake, girl guide cookies, and chocolate. Barely two hours after lunch.

I Have to get myself a new hobby, I can feel myself sliding a little more everyday. It's not fun at all, at the moment just before you put into your mouth you're thinking "I know I'll feel bad afterwards, but what the heck." So now knowing that I'm going to feel absolutely awful afterwards doesn't stop me from mini-binging like it usually would. I hope it's just a sign of PMS.

The self-loathing is beginning to kick in.

I think I'll get myself a six-pack of Coke Light and just drink that whenever I feel the urge to eat. Hopefully its sweetness will be enough to satisfy my carb/sugar cravings.

I'm sorry that this is yet another boring food entry, I really am. I think this is just my way of coping with stress in other areas of my life (yes, the irony that it actually adds on more stress does not escape me). But it's so unhealthy, more so mentally than anything else. If only I could ***** more without feeling guilty about it, I'd definitely use that as a substitute to food. Don't know what ***** is? Go figure it out, and if it really eludes you, mail me, numbskull.

Mom is baking cookies. I'm going to help her. Sigh. More food. Evil food.

Am thinking of getting a LJ, because blogspot's just not cutting it for me. And LJ's got the whole elitist thing going, like "Nyahnyahnyah, you have to get a friend to give you a code, or you have to pay. So there. *sticks out tongue*" Would any kind soul do me the honour?

My philo lecturer's latest post is hilarious. And sometimes, just sometimes, you come across a brilliant, side-splitting blog that makes you want to sit down and go through every single of his/her entries. Here's one that I found thru a link on Fjord's blog.