I've decided to say fuck you to my old friends, and anyone else who just seems to piss me off nowadays. I've made it through my shittiest moments all alone, so I figure I can make my life fantastic whilst going solo.
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I swear I'm not bragging when I say this (since it rarely happens anyways), but when I actually EAT (not binge) and just happen to write out my intake it usually hits 300-500 without trying. My conclusion is I was meant to be the sort of person who simply has a small appetite. However emotional trauma/COE made me into a massive cow. FML.
I've had ~600 for the day, so I'll water binge the rest of the day. I seem to be ridiculously thirsty anyways.
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I can't stop fidgeting, can't stop the urge to plan the rest of my week (calorically-speaking), can't get the image of my ideal waist out of my head (creepy but true), and I can't stop listening to...well, 'Can't Stop' by RHCP. Coincidence? I think not.
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