good arms vs. bad arms.

last night my aunt brought home pizza and told me to go eat. i got a little, with the intent of chewing and spitting, but i ended up eating it all anyway. purged. felt like shit and restarted. at nigh one in the morning, i got to doing 100 leg lifts and 100 crunches; about to go do some more. i need control back.

my sister had her birthday on friday. and it's kind of a tradition in our family to have big breakfasts on sundays. so we're doing that, and also celebrating her birthday. that means tons of food and cheesecake... not sure how i'm gonna get out of  this one, but i'm hellbent on seeing my fast through. god dammit, i may very well be out of the 150 lbs. range in a few days... here's to hoping.