A Fat Failure

I was so amazing today!! I had nothing for breakfast. I drank a bottle of water at work(my goal is four bottles a day) and had an orange for lunch. When I got home, I ate a pear cup and planned on making breakfast for dinner for Michael. I made a little bit of food for him and planned on just picking off his plate. Then my phone vibrated. It was my sister Sam and she was bored at work, begging me to come up and slpit a plate with her. I felt bad and agreed. Michael decided he wanted to spend New Year's Eve elsewhere so I dropped him off on my way and went to the restaurant. Needless to say, I was hungry. What anorexic girl is not hungry? So, I ate. More accurately, I indulged. It was not that good but I scarfed it all anyways. I am thoroughly repulsed. I know I have the drive and motivation to do this right! I just let my emotions control my stomach rather than my mind! I was so wrong in this matter. I need to be 88 pounds. I need to get there.