Stranded

no quote today, too depressed to think of one

Still stuck at my friend's house. I am beginning to be angry at the snow. I have nothing safe here. No safe foods, no safe way to avoid food without scrutiny, and no way to find out my weight. They don't have a scale here that I have access too. But that last one doesn't matter much seeing as I don't trust any scale but my own anyhow. Dinner just passed and I managed to get away with a few spoonfuls of corn, hamburger meat the size of a medium meatball, and a few onion slices. Other than coffee and a few sips of Sprite that is all I have consumed since dinner last night. I think I did well. I just wish I knew my weight! I am scared that I may have gained, but I know thats irrational. Even so, I can't stop obsessing over every piece of flab on my body. My stomach, my arms, my face (which looks especially bloated today), and my thighs. Will I ever reach my goals?  It feels like I never get any closer, like when you have a dream that you are running toward a door at the end of a long hallway and the hallway just keeps extending. Well, time to workout and run for that door.