Living the dream
I don’t know what to do anymore. Okay, obviously I want to lose weight; nbd. But, like, what the fuck?? It’s impossible in this house. I don’t eat breakfast, I don’t pack lunch, and when I get home all we eat is JUNK. PURE GARBAGE. People wonder why I don’t eat… pshh. It’s not hard. Basically all I used to eat, before now, was dinner. So, I’m not cutting back that much, anyway. My metabolism is complete shit. It’s been screwed since I was little. I want to go on a Juice Fast with my mom, and she said for me to get together a list of all the stuff that we’d need… but I hate fruit and vegetables… GOD, (and I wonder why I’m fat.) I think I’m just going to have to suck it up and plug my nose. Maybe then I’ll develop a taste for it. Besides, you don’t have to like food. You have to have it for fuel. Yeah, that’s the right mindset, Whitney. Except for when I go to try to eat it I’ll gag and throw up and my parents will call me a baby. Okay, So we bought a 6 pack of smart waters and I try to drink at least two of those a day (2 ltrs.) and a Cliff bar for lunch (270 fucking calories, btw) and I don’t know what I’m supposed to eat for dinner… More salads? Those things have soooooooooo much fiber in them. All this fiber makes my tummy miserable. I guess that’s a good thing though… Maybe I can drink Slimfasts in the morning? I don’t want to fast all the time. My hair is already complete shit, I don’t need it to get worse…. Ugh. I don’t know what to do?
Sometimes, I’ll eat. —My body gains.
Then, I don’t eat, it shocks my body. It then goes into starvation mode and eats the fat, and the extra junk.
Sometimes, I’ll eat and exercise a tooon.
Then, I don’t eat. —My body gets rid of the muscle that I traded for fat earlier.
Soooooo. I eat, exercise, starve, THEN lose fat and muscle, which is DOUBLE the weight. THAT my friends, is how I lost 40+ pounds in 3 months.
God, I hope I like it.
Any tips on fixing it, or making it taste better?
Starting at bust, ending with calves.
And I’m putting a makeshift length scale, and counting down the inches to my perfect body.
Wish me luck.
And yet I still feel nothing. I think I should start stepping it up… I thought that would be enough, but I guess not. I’ll start running, too.
