I went to the gym. Exhaustively. I don't feel any thinner. This is most upsetting. I did a saintly 25 minutes on the cross trainer pushing and pulling and trying to ignore my ex-housemate's voice in my head going "No Kat, the cool down period doesn't actually count towards your total time."
God exercise machines are just so boring. It makes me tempted to fork out £50+ a monthf or Gymbox with their sexy-sounding classes and machines with DVD players attached. Then I remember I'm currently paying £5 a month and am poor anyway and resolve to get thin and rich before I enter Gymbox's glossy chrome and glass doors.
It actively irks me that having got through the craving period of quitting, my body is now telling me that I have to go on a diet as well. Diets are for people with control issues and no taste buds. I have too many taste buds and lack-of-control issues. Exercise it is then. I do hope flyering gets my arse back to its normal size.