dreading tomorrow ,

Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. Tomorrow is crap day (also known as the day where we weigh ourselves) and I pigged out today. Dammit! I had a tuna sandwich for breakfast, some rice for lunch, a little bit of bread as a snack, and when I came home, full blown dinner. And cookies. I just weighed myself on the new scale, and it came up as (can you believe it?!) 111.4 lbs. I think I'm going to puke just thinking about the fat on my body. I have decided, since I saw 111.4 flashing up at me, that I'm going to fast tomorrow, until the crap hour. Which is the last period. Which means.. 7 hours of fasting? Hell, I can take it. I think the most I'll do is eat an apple in the morning and an apple in the afternoon. I don't want to eat, I don't want to eat...