I'm on a brand new shiny diet and this time I mean business.
Last time I lost heaps of weight but then I carelessly went and fell in love.
And my boyfriend genuinely seemed to think I was amazing the way I was, and I ended up believing him and being huge by the time I went to Zante, and although when the pictures came back I felt rather sick it has taken until now for me to come to terms with the fact that things are getting out of hand and that if I continue this way my boyfriend won't love me for very much longer. So I'm sat in my little room at university starkers listening to 4st 7lb and drinking absinthe and 'I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view'.
I have absolutely no idea what I weigh right now because I've left my scales at home, but I will bring them up here shortly so that I can obsess properly.
Now I'm at University there is nobody to make me eat, and the fact that I have to do my own washing up and we don't have a dish washer is another helpful incentive. Plus I have my own little en suite bathroom here so I can throw up whenever I want, so really, this should be comparatively easy.
The only person I have to battle with this time is myself.
I can and will do this. Staring down at my bulging stomach and my huge scarred thighs is in no way attractive. And now I've posted this I will not back out.
It begins now...
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