the diary, day seven
No, I didn't cave. I just kicked the couch a few times and went to bed.
Today at 2pm will mark one week. Not only am I really going through with this, but I'm doing it with conviction, and without stuffing food in my mouth ever two seconds.
Sure, my family hates me and small animals fear me. But that's nothing new. And they'll learn to adjust.
However, today marks the day where I should move past the cranky bitch stage and welcome myself to the world of hacking up my lungs in tiny, yellow chunks. Mmm.....lung butter.