My friend had a bad day yesterday. The previous night, she and her ex-bf went too far, all the way, for the first time. They are both good kids and were committed to staying pure till marriage. She was heart broken. It was devastating. I asked what she wanted and she said pizza. So we ordered pizza and I manned up and ate 3 pieces for the first time without feeling guilty or gross =).
I am dreading next week though. I am scared I will have fat attacks, which I have not had in months. They are awful. They make me understand why my friend cut herself on her stomach (I feel that gross that I would want to scratch all the "fat" off). I don't want to feel that way. I am planning on still getting up at 6-ish, but instead of going to the gym, I will spend my morning in prayer in Hughes.
Tomorrow should be fun though. I am going to the 5:30am lap swimming class at the gym in the city. I hope it is good. I miss swimming with a team and having a coach to help with stroke work.
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