It's hard, losing weight and doing everything else at the same time: going to school, meeting with friends, writing a book, playing guitar... I can't even imagine how hard it must be for mothers or fathers or people with a whole lot more responsibilities than me, because let's face it, I don't have many.

I've notice that I am incredibly good during the week and than the weekend ruins everything. Well, I ruin everything. I also noticed that I tend to go towards food when I feel out of control: some people smoke, some people drink, some people (very good ones) run, some meditate... I eat, and that's what I need to fix.

I had an amazing weekend, I really did. My friend visited me, we went out, I talked to someone I had been meaning to talk to for a long time, sang Sweet Caroline at the top of my lungs in my favourite bar with amazing girls, started my chapter about Central America, spent all day Sunday laughing and now, as I lay in bed, ready to sleep, I feel content. I lived this weekend. I had moments of doubts, and insecurities, but I had moments of pride, of love, of joy, of warmth, of laughter...

Those are the one that count.