Ohmygodddddd.

I did eat those chicken things yesterday, I was watching them fry away in corn oil thinking "Just eat a few and say you've already had dinner" but I just couldn't do it. I hate lying to my boyfriend. He asked me what I'd had today and I said "nothing", and he gave me the knowing glance, the usual reply of "Not again baby".
And so I ate a load to make him feel better. Chicken breast cut into bits > flour > buttermilk > flour > oil > stomach. I regret it so much. It's like the biggest meal I've had in months. I'm still full from it and we had them at 6pm last night.
I just lay in bed after it, and he knew what was up, and he was telling me that it was for the best to have a load of food to get my energy up for exams, and he was probably right in that sense, but my god it was bad. I vow not to eat anything until Saturday night. But that's where the problem starts.

I'm going out Saturday, a sort of post-exam celebration, and I usually don't drink alcohol when I'm out because I have to eat SOMETHING before it (to stop myself from being sick or getting drunk super fast), but this time I really wanna celebrate. I can't drink bottles of wine without eating anything, but I can't eat anything if I wanna wear this new dress I bought.

If anyone has ideas to get around my problem, you'll be a lifesaver.

I'm going to revise now, mind off food. Look at this gorgeous sportmax girl!