Gradually over the last three years (exactly three years, since I went to college), I have gained 37 pounds.
I am a binge alcoholic. This is going to be hard.
I love healthy foods. I love emptiness more.
I love elliptical machines.
I get exercise at work (applebee's).
I weigh nearly the same as my skinny-ass boyfriend. But he is like, a foot taller than me.
I miss getting looked at. When I wear a short skirt or a revealing top, I'm just an average chubby girl in a short skirt or all people can see are my overlarge boobs. I'd rather be the girl whose legs are so skinny you almost don't want her to wear a skirt that revealing because you can see her awkward knobby knees and you think she might break her legs if she crosses them wrong. I'd rather be flat-chested if it means instead you notice the precise shape of my sternum and you don't want to hug me too hard because my clavicles just might cut you.
I looked good in my 130's, but that's never going to be enough. So instead of losing just the weight I gained in recent years, I'm aiming for lower. lower
I'm looking for the face I had before the world was made, and if it's anywhere underneath this gelatinous padding of fat that has encompassed my once-visible body, I will
I'm going to quit drinking my weight in beer and wine calories every damn night. Pot's better anyway, once you defeat the road block that tells your brain that you are hungry even when you're not. No problem.
I'm going on a very low-calorie diet and I have no intention of being particularly careful about my vitamins, etc, just saying so that I don't start this under any false pretenses. Maybe a salad at work every day and a cup of yogurt at night.
Laxatives almost killed me a few years ago, but I definitely just popped a couple. Like I said, no false pretenses.
intake: 80 (yogurt) + 0 (miscellaneous)
burned: 750~ (working)