I ate 3 pancakes today. Not american - the fat ones. European. I knew it was no good, I tried to control myself. I failed, again.

At least, what I should do now is to burn those calories. Walking, jumping rope, cycling. I must, at least that.

I hate how my mood changes because of this, I feel angry towards my mum for making them in the first place. We had an agreement, why can’t she just help me with this, a little bit? It’s not her fault, I know. But at this moment I hate everyone. Myself mostly.