A Secret Trip To The Scale And Bruised Ribs

Morning came, I silently tip-toed to the restroom, passing my sleeping aunt, and closed the door shut behind me. The moment had come. Clothes off, I placed my feet aboard the clear, smooth glass and saw the numbers move up. 51.1, the scale finally read.
I'm down 0.3 from the last blog post. It isn't much, I know, but considering how I've been eating these days, it's actually surprising. Any loss is welcome :D
Yesterday I had bruises on my ribs and they hurt every time I touched them. It must be how I'm sleeping these days. Note to self: sleep on my back, not on my sides. I also haven't had breakfast yet, even though I'm actually getting hungry. Maybe a banana will do.
I'm seeing my mom again today and we're going to chill out and watch romantic comedies until Tuesday, when I'll have to come back to college. Damn teachers. You just get 2 more days without school and they get crazy about homework. Good thing I've finished half of them yesterday, so I won't be wasting free time.
I don't know how other bloggers do it. They can write and write and write a post, while I instantly forget what I was going to talk about. Oh well, I hope you guys have an amazing weekend! Don't binge too much! ;D