I’m losing weight slowly because it’s through careless neglect, and not planned.
I know I want to be thinner. That’s a no-brainer. But instead of eating properly and exercising, I’m going through $60 work of cigarettes a week, subsiding on black coffee and whatever I can quickly get my hands on - muffins, banana bread, croissants, toast. It’s effective, in the long run. Without much thought, I’ve lost another three pounds since starting university - losing the Freshman 15 instead of gaining it.
And I like it this way. I shouldn’t but I do. I like tasting like black coffee and yesterday’s smokes when I wake up in the morning. I like getting out of a lecture at 2pm and realising I haven’t even eaten breakfast, yet. I smoke until my head hurts and my stomach churns and I don’t even want food anymore. And when I do want food, it’s something shit for me, like a couple of spoons of Nutella, or dried meet. Or something good, like a punnet of blueberries or yoghurt.
This works for me. This is how I function without supervision, how I functioned for the months I was away, travelling by myself.
Also, on a different note, I miss Paris. It’s hard to imagine that a place like Paris exists and I’m not there.
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