Sunday, November 28, 2010
So. I'm 3 weeks into my 50 Day Resolution to my UGW. What do I have to show for it?
Something worse than Nothing.
Failure. Fat. Gain.
I'm frustrated. I'm angry. I'm devastated.
I want to bawl my eyes out. I want to scratch my disgusting mouth off my face. I want to pass out and never wake up so that I don't have to even *look* at food ever again.
But no. I must not be weak. I have to prove that I can be perfect, thin, happy.
All of which that I'm not.
It's ok it's ok it's ok.
I can make it I will make it I AM GOING TO BE SKINNY.
I'm really tired. Tired of myself. Tired of being fat. Tired of fucking food.
I weigh more today than I did yesterday. This isn't how things are supposed to go.
I need to be 98 lbs by Monday December 6th in order to be where I need to be by my birthday.
There's hardly any time left. There is no room for error.
Everything will be alright when I'm thin.
It has to.
Posted by not.quite.ana at 5:01 PM