FML
- me: omg! achieved goal weight numero uno!
- scale: woooooooooooo! oh yeah. you my friend, are awesome.
- me: i know it.
- stomach: hey, you should eat to celebrate!
- deluded me: hey, that is the best idea i've ever heard!
- me: *eats everything*
- scale: boo, you whore.
- me: -_-
No Roomate
She moved out. So now I walk around in just pajama pants and a bra. Not because I am any where near to being skinny, but because I’m happy with the progress I’ve made so far. Yesterday I ran for an hour straight, not long, but at least I did some exercise. Hoping to lose my last twenty pounds by Christmas day, which will be my UGW. Crossing my fingers.
Reblog if you’re a weightloss blog 19 years of age or older.
I need more people of my age to relate too, since a majority of the weight-loss blogs I follow are such young bloggers.
SORRY
Haven’t updated in a while, been terribly busy with school work. I’m one pound away from my first goal weight but that’s probably only because I purged until I could no more. I’ll be putting up a new progress picture, though I can’t really see a difference from the one I’ve already put up at 127 pounds. Keep strong, in a few months you’ll be happy you at least did something, even if it isn’t a completely dramatic change. Just remember that if you keep it up, doing well, you’ll be in a bikini comfortably by summertime. :)
I’ve binged so much lately, I was distraught because I thought I had gained loads of pounds back but I didn’t! I had maintained 123 but today was baaaaaaaad. I binged A LOT. I feel terrible.
That awkward moment when you realize you’re basically Squidward…
"When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’"
God Bless Drag Queens.
TOO AWESOME TO NOT REBLOG.
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Strangely enough I find it easier not to binge when I’m fasting than when I allow myself a certain amount of calories. Because while fasting it’s simply “NO!!!!” to food. While restricting I get thoughts like “just one more bite won’t hurt” which leads to guilt and maybe even a binge. I feel stronger when I’m fasting.
(Source: abouttobeskinny, via chocaholicrunner)
(Source: illrepentwhenimthin, via fatgoingonskinny)
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