I need to work out. I need to stop eating and then sleeping. And then waking up and eating more. I have eaten nonstop this weekend. I did really well until about two o'clock yesterday and everything went downhill from there. And I had a fucking bagel with butter this morning. Butter. Christ, I am losing it. Really.
I am going to lock myself in a room with nothing but a sketchbook, notebook, a few magazines and a sink and a toilet. And never come out. Ever.