5"6 - 'cause I'm dumb.

Hahahaha, I'm such an idiot. I converted my height from centimeters to feet a while ago and got the result 5"5. I told a couple of my friends the other day 'cause we were talking about it, and they both assured me that I was taller than that because one of them knew she was definitely 5"5 and I'm taller than her without a doubt. So, I went back to my trusty phone converter to check I was doing everything right.

I don't know how it works in other places, but in the UK we use centimeters and metres instead of feet and inches, so I had no idea before earlier today how many inches were in a foot. When I'd been converting my height, I was putting in 168.4cm and getting back 5.52ft. Because I'm such a dunce, I took that to mean 5"5. Of course, now I know there are 6 inches in a foot, and therefore 5 1/2ft is 5"6. I'm so stupid.

Anyway. My mother unknowingly succeeded in pissing me right off last night. Last weekend, I managed to steal my grandma's scales while I was home alone - my grandparents being away with my mam and brother. I was very pleased with myself because I assumed I'd be able to keep them for longer so I could track my progress for Competition to Lose. But no, my mam went and moved the scales, my grandma saw, took them back, and now I have no scales, no way to see how quickly the numbers are dropping (or not, as my luck would probably have it). I'm going to try and find a way to go to my grandma's tomorrow to use the scales, but if I can't do so without arousing suspicion, I have a back-up weight to post to CtL;

Yes, I was weak. A couple of hours after my post yesterday, I caved and weighed myself: 60.3kg, or 132.9lbs. I'm so thrilled, I'm closing in on escaping the 130s, and I've also re-achieved my GW1. This time, I'm not going to let binging (is that spelled right?) episodes ruin my progress. I'm feeling very motivated lately, apart from briefly earlier today when I was craving carbs; tortillas, toast, rice, etc. Ugh. Thankfully, I didn't eat any, yay willpower!

Right, organisation time:
-I'm saving up £18 to buy a new scale in secret that I can hide in my room. Mam needn't know a thing. I hope to have it ASAP, preferably within 1-2 weeks.
-When I hit 125lbs, I'm going to reward myself with some nice underwear. It's a long time since I bought any and my drawer needs restocking.
-If I'm feeling desperately weak tonight when my mam asks if I want any dinner, I'll offer to share some long grain rice with her - that way, my calorie count will only be 202*. If I do, I have to do 50 extra crunches & 25 extra reverse crunches to help work it off.

* - I realise for half a packet of rice that's not exactly good, but it'd be my whole intake for today, and that's pretty darn good.

Sorry for the pretty jumbled post, it's just testament as to how much more fucked up my mind's gotten recently. Don't be surprised that you don't know what I'm talking about, I haven't mentioned it in any other posts; I'll probably explain that sometime in the future, but not today. I'm in too much of a good mood today.

Staying strong, thinking thin,
xoxo.