So, a couple of weeks ago my boyfriend was telling me how great I look and that I’m looking so skinny and that my working out and eating healthy is really working out. I think he has an idea that I’m not eating much, but I just keep telling him that I’m eating like a normal person. I pretty much am – I mean, I don’t really feel like even to maintain I could eat 2000 calories a day – that’s like insane. So anyway, I told him that I wanted to get back down to a size zero and he was like “Get back?” and I said that I used to be a zero and he said, “maybe in junior high”. Whhaaa? I was hurt…he was obviously trying to make a joke, and probably doesn’t realize how much that affected me. He has been so supportive of me and he’s such a great guy, always complimenting me and telling me how wonderful I am, so I didn’t really hold it against him. After he made the comment though it became my goal – become a size zero to prove him wrong.

I have an engagement party to go to this weekend so I bought a new dress yesterday, so cute! So, my boyfriend picked me up yesterday for our wine and cheese outing, and I showed him the dress – he definitely liked it (it is low cut and kinda backless). This is the good part, then, I asked him to look at the size….ZERO, thank you very much. I convinced myself that it was some sort of fluke, but shit, I’ll take a fluke zero any day. He didn’t get why I was making such a big deal about it, he didn’t remember that he made the comment, but was very proud of me. I was, of course, singing show tunes in my head!

Wine and cheese thing wasn’t bad, they didn’t really give us much wine or cheese, so I’d say I had 150 cals of cheese, 150 cals of bread, and 200 cals of wine, and I only had 150 cals the rest of the day, so that puts my total yesterday at 650, not bad. I’m going to try for 400 cals today because I can’t work out.