The luncheon meat is calling my name downstairs. I've gotten plenty of protein today. I'm missing a couple vitamins, but I'll survive.
I've lost control and [stuffed my pretty fucking face until it grows ugly and squeals] eaten too much lately. I need to fix that. Today I'm at 760 calories, at the upper end of my limit. I [am] feel fat today. My size 30 pants I just bought BARELY fit. they should fit loosely.
My dad's watching baseball tonight. I feel like joining him, but I'm afraid the pantry will overwhelm me. I'm sooo freaking hungry right now, but all I want to do is
work out even harder. Lose more weight. Be pretty and strong and beautifulgorgeousperfect.
Which reminds me.
Weigh-in is in 2 days. I'm so going to fuck up my 160 goal. I'll be 161 and want to cut my arm off to make it 159.
Wish me luck.
I might go down, watch baseball, cycle on the bike, and make my migraine even worse.
No pain, no gain.
Weight is astronomically high (164), but my waist is below dangerland. Excess water. I'll have to weigh in later. Cue diuretics.
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