weight : 138lb��������� bmi: 25.2
so as you can tell im a little obsessed with my weight. well not exactly my weight, but i dont feel like i look as good as i could and with summer fast approaching, and my first holiday for four years, i need to get that beach body and QUICK. so i thought if i actually keep track of how i am doing i may actually feel guilty instead of just saying 'oh well' and continue to munch my way through another packet of biscuits. is that normal? i mean seriously, i come home and immedialtey head for the kitchen, hand streched out infront of me towards the familiar cupboard containg all the treats. so yeah... just under 10 stone, which some people may think is ok but then again i am only 5ft 2inches tall, so think again.
i� believe tht it is the end of an era as i have just this week finished my gcses which is so freaking good as i am the WORST at revising. i spent most of study leave watching tv. i really hate my housemistress at school as i had to see her yesterday to sign something and she started harrassing me into doing something for sports day and i feel like saying 'no f**k off'. she only care about her favourite pet pupils and it actually makes me sick. well i have the whole summer ahead to completely wipe any school memories from my mind and seeing as when i return some of the people that i hate will have gone,�i think that 6 form is going to be much better. we'll see...
havent done much today as people have been coming and going as they view the house, so i have been completely bored. this morning was histerical though because my mum was out and i was sitting on the sofa and my brother was admiring himself infront of the mirror. my dad shouts downstairs 'wheres the hairbrush' and comes running downstairs and leaps for it when he sees it on the table. at precisely the same time my brother grabs it and the poor old hairbrush had a quick and painless death as it was broken in two. once we had all finished laughing we started to think of the butt kicking that my mum would give too the two men of the house as it was her hairbrush, and my dad vainly tried to sellotape it back tgether again, saying weakly 'do you think she will notice?'