This morning my weight was 85,4 kg. 1 kg more than yesterday. While I know I'm probably just retaining water (the soup I had for dinner yesterday can't have fattened me), but it still makes me restless. I need to exercise, I need to listen to Perfect Bikini Body and Feminine Appetite, I need to do something to get back on track. Unfortunately I also need to get some work done... Fuck it, I'll just go and exercise and hopefully be able to concentrate better when I'm done. These files are turning into an obsession really fast. I'll state my weight goal for future reference: at 68 kg I'll be entering the 'green zone' of the body mass index. For now I think getting myself in the green numbers healthwise is a sensible goal, and my mind tells me that may already be overambitious. Still I have this nagging voice inside my head telling me that is really not the perfect bikini body, reminding me of how nice I looked when I was at 62 kg...