March 2011
March 2011
For the month of March, I am going to try to lose 27 lbs. Yes, 27 lbs in 31 days. It has been done before, so why can’t I accomplish it? There is no reason that I can’t. I just need to DO IT. I would even be satisfied with 20 lbs this month. But, my point is, I really need to step it up a notch. And I am. Right now. I am going to work out tomorrow. I am cleansing for the next 14 days. Tea fast tomorrow. On the 2nd and 3rd I will be eating only citrus. On the 4th-6th I will be eating only light fruits. And from the 7th-11th I will be eating only light vegetables. On the 12th-14th I will be tea fasting. And so on. I am completely ready. I have a show to attend on the 18th, and I need to lose 17 lbs, so I will be working out every single day until then. and then 5-6 days a week after that date. I’m pumped =)
Tomorrow isn't merely a Tuesday. Tomorrow is the first of March, the first of a new month, the first of a new season, the first of a clean slate. Tomorrow changes everything. You just have to give tomorrow a little willpower and a little nudge.
“We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.”
—Orson Welles (via ifonlyifonlythewoodpeckersighed)
19579) I want to be skinnier for you. I want to be tiny and delicate. I want to stand out. And the sad thing is that I want it to have you worry about me, so I know that you care.
19542) This feels like walking along a narrow wall treading carefully to avoid falling into the surrounding darkness. Must keep balancing.
You know what. Binge free March starting tomorrow. No binges. No overeating. No processed foods. No skipping workouts. No fat. Nothing.
February 2011
19352) One of the reasons I can't wait to move out is because no one will be there to make me eat.
MY LIFE.
PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU'RE TRYING TO LOSE AT LEAST 20 OR MORE POUNDS BY SUMMERTIME.
trying not to cry.
I don’t know why I cry every day. I mean, I know I cry. I have a lot of reasons to. but I don’t know why right now. my friend made me eat last night. mcdonalds. I NEVER eat fast food. it’s repulsive. I’m so ashamed of myself. and so I binged today. I ate like a “normal” person. I feel like a huge, fat, spastic, disgusting, hideous failure. I weighed 141.5 this morning. saturday the 26th. I should have been 140. I am disgusting. I would have if I hadn’t eaten last night and today. what the fuck is wrong with me. I wanted to fucking cut so badly when I saw that I was over 140 this morning. FUCK. but I haven’t. I’m glad.
I just need to be 102 now. I don’t know what I’m going to do if I don’t get to 103 by may 1st. I will probably cut. or fucking. Idek. I’m going to work out every fucking day from now until I real my goal and then 4-5 times a week after that. my mom bought fucking peanut butter. WHYYYYYYYYYY. that is one of my biggest weaknesses. I love/hate it so fucking much. I made her buy me mushrooms and bell peppers though. I’m going to fast for a few days now. I was going to for 3 days. I was doing perfectly, and then mcdonalds. I hate that shit. I’m done with it all. now I’m going to fast for 3 days and then I’ll just eat 1 fruit or vegetable for a week. and then up to 4 fruits of veggies each day. and I’m going to work my ass off. literally. and the rest of my fat as well. I’m going to see this boy in april. I’m scared. the boy that I like. that I’ve known for almost 5 years. that thinks I’m still somehow impossibly skinny. sooooooo I need to make an impression. I want to be at 110 or lower when I see him. that would be lovely. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. not that any of you lovely people read any of my rants or anything, but if you’re still reading at this point-thanks for listening. I’m making playlists for mix cds. and online wish-shopping. for when I’m thin.
GET IN MY BED
Ask me personal, sexual, bold, awkward, embarassing, and fucked up questions.
2395) I can't make myself prettier. I can't make myself taller. But I can make myself skinny as hell.
I had an orange yesterday. nothing today.
whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
making playlists for mix cds. I feel like slapping myself.
