Believe it or not.

You know what makes everything worthwile...
Treading light and dark, restricting. I'm voraciously hungry... yet nibble on half a celery stick. That is control.

Great Ideas.

So, I have finally found myself an amazing text buddy.
And we laid out a plan.

Everyday's limit is 500, except on saturdays, which is 800.
No eating after 6:30pm
One new rule a day... as in, each morning we text the other the random rule of the day. Like, no red. Or nothing from animals. Or no carbs.
Makes everyday interesting=)

Will post more though.

CW: ~119

Cont'd....

So I went for a mile run.

Let me note: Running in the December air + Not enough liquids + Post-Binge *bleepbleep*HEADACHE = BAD IDEA.

About halfway through, I got the biggest migraine ever.

OH and to top that off, I puked my brains out when I got back in.

Oh well.

What brought on this sudden onset of self-punishing?

Let's see....

My fail rate, maybe?

I say that's a pretty good indication.

But whatever.

Tomorrow I'll weigh.

Take one day at a time.

And not stuff my face.

But more importantly, do whatever it takes.

~A

Derailed and Splattered

  

               All over the toilet, in this case.

I'm so sick.

 

          Of it all.

An Inconvenient Truth

I can't stuff my face, and not expect reprocussions.

Whatever.

Current weight: 117

Status: FAILURE

Ehh, tell me something I don't know.

This... is why I hate birthdays.

Also why God created more days, to compensate for the ones we FAIL at.

Anywho, had one serving of cereal and a salad for lunch.
That should be my day.

I'm just... Whatever, you know? I had the chance, blew it, and now I must pick up the pieces.

I feel like running till I puke.

But either or...
Today's better.
And that's all I can really do.....
Take one..
day...
at....
a....
...time.


It's times like these when my inability to get stark raving drunk and pissed at the world frustrates me.

One calorie at a time...

Thin.

Fuck.

=(
~Aniela