Mums are psychic

So the hairdresser's is closed. Mum reckons it'll be closed until the new year. Whyyy? I wanted it all red and cool-looking by New Year's Eve! Not that that night is anything to look forward to these days. There's never anything to do! This year we all wanted to go to a nightclub, but now me and B are the only people still willing to go, and it might be a bit weird just the two of us. Especially if the club is quiet. OH WELL. I'm still excited for NYE just because it brings the wonder that is 2011 - I'm going to make sure it's a good year!

Had a lunch binge today. We'd gone shopping and I was STARVING so overdid it when I got home. Dammit! Avoided dinner. Pretty snazzily. Told Mum I was too full from lunch to eat (she had watched me binge so it was plausible, and heck, it was TRUE) then tackled it later. Prepared it, sat at the table with it, casually slid it into a napkin, mouthful to mouthful. There was no-one in the room, but I still sat there just in case someone walked in. Will be surprised if I kept the day in the 600 category, though. Probably didn't. UNTIL TOMORROW THEN. 400 calories - I'm gonna try and pick on max 100 through the day and leave 300 for my evening meal with the family, which is unavoidable. Then I'll pick at that (though thank god for small portions!) and hopefully stay in 400. I'm going clothes shopping again tomorrow, so that should be motivation enough!

I feel like my mum is on to me or something. She always gets like this. It's like some weird instinct mums have. One time I woke up in the middle of the night and wasn't feeling too great and she just randomly called out "Q, are you alright?" I hadn't even made a noise. It was about 3 in the morning. How did she KNOW? When I've got all weird and foody before, even though I hide it like an expert, she always KNOWS. She'll insist I eat in front of her. Today she begged me to take my dinner into the sitting room and eat in front of her. I didn't, of course. Imagine! The other night we were lying in bed and she was all jokily going "Oh Q, I worry about you." So I said "why?" And she said "You don't eat enough." And it was all joky and I was like hahaa good one Mum but thinking STOP USING YOUR MUM INTUITION. It freaks me out.

Does anyone else's parents get like this?? I wonder if I'll get all psychic if I ever have kids.

I went bra shopping today. I HATE bra shopping. It was the same old story as usual - look at myself in those horrible 360-style unflattering mirrors they have (they actually manage to make it look like I've got cellulite on my stomach - what??) and cry at the sight of the disgusting fat that's STILL on my body. Generally lurking around the midriff. What I would do to make a little hole then suck it all out with a hoover! I know that's probably the deal with liposuction but they charge a pretty massive amount... seems like a rip-off, somehow. I thought I'd feel good about my body as this morning I weighed in at 9 stone 2. Oh man! So so close to being under 9 stone! I cling to that moment every day... only 3 pounds! COME ON Q.

Rick is watching me every day and he laughs and I think FUCK YOU RICKY, I'll be skinny soon.

Huzzah!

Q x