Well, that's just me being hard on myself, but I've been falling down on the blogging job this week. My stress level is off the charts, which has made being on the diet even harder. I went out for drinks last night with my high school friend, Ted, who's been in town making a documentary. Some of my other pals were in tow and we went to the Yard House in Waikiki, where they have like a million beers on tap and really good bar food.
Perfect! Pizza and calamari and sliders with fries! I almost died. I'm still really hungry and no it's not mental. It's actual physical hunger like the kind where you feel like your stomach is going to turn inside out.
But I made it through and only had a dime size (literally) of pizza crust that had fallen off Kauila's plate.
If I hadn't lost a pound this morning I would have killed somebody.
Amy Hanaialii has lost another five pounds since Sunday - congrats! I hate being fat! I hate being fat! I hate being fat! But you know what's worse - being hungry. Oh well. My good friend Aim told me nothing tastes as good as being skinny feels. I think that's bull.
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