The fat girlfriend
You know until recently I’ve always thought my boyfriend was by my side until I caught him looking at super skinny model and even have girls who were super skinny send him pictures. We ended up in an argument about how he’s attracted to me but not my weight. That was like a sharp knife stabbing itself in my gut. I know I shouldn’t lose weight to prove him wrong I just want to show him I can do it. Cant believe I’ve become the fat girlfriend :(
Not sure of my weight today but my tummy is def starting to tone
Attempting a 30 day shred I only made it for 12 out of the 20 min lol this is pathetic I have to do better…
Started juicing today Thanks to fat sick and nearly dead
My progress so far down from 187 to 173
Down 14 pounds!
I’ve been sick with a stomach virus today so I’m not feeling too hot…I stepped on the scale after taking a long shower this morning and dammmmmnnnnn I was down 14 pounds all this in a little less than 3 weeks! I’m super pumped even though I feel like crap right now.
179.2 I will be 150 soon! Bring on the diet and pro Ana tips!
Tell me I’m fat…
Went to my grandparents house today where I was overly tempted with sweets and junk food. Told them I was trying to become skinny and my grandmother preceded to tell me I would never be small, that my frame wasn’t meant to be skinny…all I could think is “I’ll show you” I’m 179.2 as of now by the end of spring I will be 150!!!
Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like ‘maybe we should just be friends’ or ‘how very perceptive’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.