Cinnamon

It's no news I don't like Sundays.

And I'm glad that it's finally bed time.. today I ate a lot more than I had planned, got all frustrated about university, got depressed, felt so bloated and decided I needed a walk. My legs hurt from all the gym but I called E and made her come pick me up to take coffee from Starbucks and then walk by the sea. It's getting -fucking slowly but steadily- cold here and it's just lovely. I got a grande skinny latte with cinnamon (it reminds me so much of winters when I was at school) and we walked for 5 kilometres.

I needed that. Then I was at the phone with my sister who is really concerned about me cause I cancelled my trip to London. Yes, it's actually really odd for me. Anyway I think she knows I have some sort of secret. I cannot tell her. Maybe I have thought about telling her, but I sound crazy enough in my head, why make other people to believe it too?

That is why I have you :)

So I booked a plane ticket to go back home for xmas. I know it's too early but it was cheaper now. December 16th. A lot earlier than I have wanted to. And there's a date. You know what this calls for, right? A goal of course!

Before I get too pessimistic again, I am planning to make that day a 55, point something or not. I don't care. That is a little more than 3 kilos in a little less than 2 months. Fingers crossed.

This is why I am keeping that everyday work out plan. Until then. Then it's Christmas. First Christmas I'm not going abroad for holidays.

You know I always have that line, everyone will tell you this is so AnnaM, I say:

"Oh, shit, December's coming!! It's bikini season again!!"

-I live at Europe so that doesn't make sense to most people.

I hope you know what I mean. I know you do.

Goodnight *