This last week has been good, did a four day fast and lost just over 3kg before eating on day four.
Was forced to eat a my parents annerversary party last night, but did a saltwater flush this morning, and am fasting from 9am today until either Wednesday (where I may have to eat for my fathers birthday) or Saturday where I do have to eat for a friends birthday party.

I need to lose 6kg by next Wednesday (the 12th)when I'm going overseas for a week with my best friend, where I want to be at my thinnest. That means fasting this week, and then fasting up until I go.
Going out food shopping tomorrow to get some juices and soups for this fast, so, should be a good week!

I want more than anything to get back to where I was here.

So I am fasting right now, until going out with friends for lunch on Tuesday. 0 calories until Monday, where I'll have to have something before exams.
After eating on Tuesday, a fast begins, until my first goal weight is reached..

I currently weigh 66.5kg (BMI 20)
I wanted to be 60kg by Tuesday. But clearly, that isn't going to happen now... Re-evaluating and I think that I should be able to be there by Sunday, where I would be able to eat to start the week. I'm not sure, but I am fasting every day after Tuesday until I get there.

Gone but not out.
I'm not recovered, but I'm just fatter then I was this time last year, and that pisses me off. Time for a new adventure. Time to reach a new low.

Wow.

So here I am, two years after starting this blog.
15kg heavier then I was then, but not recovered. Just fatter then when I was so obviously sick. So now time to get serious again. 9:30am brought on a new fast, until Tuesday. I don't know if I can be fucked anymore. All I ever do is binge, starve, binge, starve. Routinely. Its disgusting and I hate it. But I can't break out of it. And I don't know why.