When I get home, we are going to need to talk.
I have been eating the "irish way" since I've been here. Full Irish breakfasts (greasy, sausage and bacon-filled meals) and tons of beer. Since I don't eat wheat, when we go out to restaurants and I'm hungry, I often resort to french fries. Ick.
I've been weighing myself on my boyfriend's scale in the bathroom and the number is climbing. I don't know how much, because it's not in pounds... It worries me greatly, but I'm not fussed to stress too much while I'm here.
That being said, when I get home... I'm going back to eating like a saint! And I'll need all of your support!
For those who know my story... he says he noticed the weight loss, and that I looked good, but he didn't say anything until I prodded him into it. Things are going alright... the whole relationship is just really hard because of the long-distance, and the fact that every little thing he does that bothers me is magnified by ten thousand times because these few weeks are essentially the trial-run for me deciding if I want to move to Ireland for a year, right? He's not a very affectionate guy... despite the fact that his friends tell me he's crazy about me, it's hard to tell. I kinda have to force him into cuddling.
It's haaaard.
I really care about him tho. I guess we'll see!



And we WILL be here to give you support when you return to your saintly eating habits! God know it isn't coming too easily for me, LOL, so we can support each other. 

And I don't even have the whole "Irish eating" excuse, just letting myself get away with too much. But I'm trying to get back on the wagon! I'm sure I'll fall off for New Year's, but I'll be happy if I can be good until then.