Ugh...

I finally went to bed at 4am, or somewhere around there, and woke up just a few minutes ago to some jack-hammering outside my apartment. Great, what a wonderful start to the day. Oh well, at least I got a solid 5 and a half hours of sleep.
I ended up taking two melatonin pills and a cigarette before I went to bed. I guess another thing that helped me to fall asleep was the fact that JK was sending me some pretty sweet texts saying, "I'll come see you tomorrow at work to cheer you up,", and "I'd rather be with you right now but I just can't ditch my friend who's crashing at my place.", and my personal favourite, "You're so gorgeous, goodnight babe, Muah!.". Lol. For a young guy, he sure is romantic. :P

So, I weighted myself this morning, and I was terrified to do it only because I binged on pastries and sweets last night. I was 135.1lbs at the start of yesterday, and I swore to myself that I gained at least 2 pounds from water retention, weight of the food, excess calories, etc, etc. Like, I seriously ate over 2000cal in total yesterday, I was so mad at myself for fucking up like that. So, when I got on the scale this morning, I was mentally prepared for weight gain, but when looked at the digital screen it read 134.1lbs. WTF!? I lost a pound!? You have go to be kidding me. Why does weight lost/gain work in strange ways? Well, now I'm only 4 pounds away from my first goal weight. I wonder what my reward should be? Maybe, some new weights? Or a magazine? I dunno, my rewards for the beginning of my weight loss will be small, I'm thinking the more weight I loose, the bigger the rewards will be when I reach my goal weights.

I'm thinking of getting a tattoo at the end of this weight loss journey. It'll kick start my maintenance stage because I'll always want to show it off.
I thinking some words and a large piece on my back. I don't know yet. They're are so many things that I want, tattoo-wise, that I'll be very difficult for me to actually choose what goes on first.

So, thankfully today is my last day of "bar close" and I get tomorrow off, then it's just "mid-shifts" all the way at work for the rest of the week. I'm kinda stoked. I've been doing the same shift for the past two weeks. I should talk to my manager about this, because it's getting ridiculous and it's making me grumpy as fuck.

Before I go to work, I'll have to buy some Coke Zero and see if I can curb my appetite with that for the entire day.
I'm gonna need all the support I can get. This ain't gonna be easy.
Bye bye~!