My intake has been good. Or bad, depending on who you ask.
Tuesday, my usual 'treat' day after being weighed, only reached 914 calories. Yesterday was 436 cals, consisting of a slice of wholemeal toast, nonfat yoghurt, two apples, a mandarin (clementines, for you non-Aussie folk), grapes, and a super-light Caesar salad. Oh, and a metric tonne of coffee. I can't say I've exactly been trying to eat more. I told mum I would try today, so I'm cooking bolognese and drinking tonight. I bought a bottle of Penfolds '07 Shiraz on Tuesday, but spent all day crying and didn't trust myself to drink. So I'll be pushing around 1,000-1,200 calories today, followed by four days of routine (500-800 cal) before I get weighed.
A little achievement... for the first time in my entire life, I can touch my toes. It only took me 20 years! Sorry it's such an awkward photo. I've never been able to do it - I think my height's always restricted me (I'm 6'1", with disproportionately long legs), though I'm not too sure why I can suddenly do it now.
And on a random note, yesterday I reached 800 days in a row on MyFitnessPal. This has got to be some kind of record for this app (any challengers?). It's more than two years of faithful calorie counting. My dietician was gobsmacked. Through hell and high water, I haven't missed a single day.
Sorry for such a disjointed post. I've been completely emotionally drained these past few days, and haven't exactly got much to say.