68.8

A week has gone by since I was so proud to be 69. The weekend was different and difficult for me. I got on the weighing scale Saterday morning and I was 68.3, but there were loads of festivals the same day to celebrate our freedom. Meaning there were going to be a lot of bands, a lot of opportunities to have a drink (beer mostly) and have lots of bad food. I ate so much that day, I felt ill that evening. I was at my boyfriends house on Sunday and the same problem occured. I ate so unbelievably much that I felt ill again that evening. Somehow I just don't seem to be able to keep myself to my strict diet during the weekends. Because there simply isn't any structure I can keep myself to as I do other things than during the week. So this morning when I got on the weighing scale I was happy I weighed 68.8. Yes I gained weight, but not as much as I expected myself to gain.

Yesterday I cycled to my parents house (8.4 km, takes me about 30 minutes to get there from where I have my work experience) to have diner at their place. I was planning on cycling back to my house after diner (11.8 km) but someone came with the idea to go to the cinema to go and see the Avengers. Absolutly great movie by the way. I laughed so hard. The Hulk is so funny. Anyway, we put my back in the back of the car and after the movie they dropped me off at home. So I didn't get to cycle back which was quite disapointing as I actually looked forward to it. I am also looking forward to going to the gym tonight! It is some kind of therapy for me. I'm not feeling very comfortable at home. So putting my mind on other things is good. Some people I live with are just very frustrating. One of my housemates was supposed to clean the bathroom last week, which she didn't. The housemate who was supposed to clean it the week before her had left that week meaning that the bathroom hasn't been cleaned for more than two weeks now. Disgusting! It smells, there are hairs everywhere. Normally I give it an extra cleaning sessions. But nowadays I just refuse to do it as my housemates seem to be incapable of keeping the house clean. I am not their housemaid and as long as they don't pay me a fair amount of money I'm not going to clean up after them. Disgusting rats.

It is one girl in particular. I have been living with her for a year and a half now, I never used to have problems with her tidying because she always did her tasks. She went to have a shower with her flipflops on, because she was scared to get infections or something. Whenever she goes to the toilet she puts toiletpaper on the seat first before she sits down. The house isn't actually that dirty because I keep it clean together with one or two other girls. But she went to Australia for a couple of months and after she got back she turned into an absolute pig. Leaving her stuff behind, leaving food cans and lits open, not doing her weekly task, leaving her 'boyfriend' to vomit all over the toilet seat and not cleaning it up so someone else has to do it. Eww she disgusts me so much it makes me angry. I've talked to her about it so many times, she just gets angry, I get angry because she's an idiot and doesn't understand why the house needs to be hygenic, and BOOM, we're in a fight.