Hej grabbar, köpte nya träningskläder idag, är fortfarande sjuk men ska ut och löpa så fort jag känner mig frisk! Har skaffat två feta appar myfitnessguru och nikes träningsapp. 9 månader till sommar, nu jävlar! Har ju Ida med mig den här gången så det kommer bli fett!!!!
Okay so I have been on the whole wrong road all My life. Starving Will get you nowhere. Lets start over and hit the gym like it never Will know what hit Them. I Will be doing this in swedish though. My iPhone is shit.
no more eating for them now
I bought a tight skirt today. Couldn’t even fit in it. It’s perfect for thinspo. When I can fit in that skirt, I’ll be twice as small as I am today. The pretty tiny skirt over the tiny butt and thighs . CANT WAIT! Im hanging it up on the wall meanwhile, just looking at it makes me wanna fastforward like 14 days and not eat a thing and maybe see some change.
BECAUSE I DONT! I dont see any change what so ever! the scales at 70 kg. Eating like 300 kcal per day. Dont know why I dont seem to drop the weight and lose the blubber. I’m still huge.
IVE HAD IT. I look like effing Moby dick or something. Shit, like seriously? I really go out in public like this? I should be fucking locked up because I’m so fucking fat. I seriously care about going out to clubs and stuff and think that maybe someone thinks I’m good looking? LIKE, SERIOUSLY, I DO THAT?h Who the fuck am I kidding, I cant even begin to say how fat I am. My friends must be like, okay.. what the fuck and why the FUCK is she eating. It’s ridiculous. I am so ashamed, how can I even THINK that hmm maybe I should go grosseri shopping, because my fridge is kind of empty. LIKE WHAT? You are not supposed to eat for a few decades because of all the food that you fucking binged for the last few years, you fucking disgusting pig. Oink. People look at me all the time and I know that they’re like: holy jama fucking lama. what the fuck, who let the dogs out?
I have a full wall mirror in my room. It’s hilarious. That I always have to see my disgusting body anytime I’m in my room. It’s like I’m looking in the mirror and I feel this instant will to purge out all the fucking fat inside me. How did I ever let this happen? I mean, I wasn’t born with like 30 kg extra. How the FUCK could I let this happen. How could I sit down on my fucking enormous ass and eat. Like what the fuck.
But that’s over now. Thanks to the mirror and to my tiny petite flatmates, I have no crave to fucking eat. I’ve already lost like 8 kg since I moved here, and when I go home I’m fucking gonna be at 50 kg, or else I just might aswell die. Because last time I checked, nobody likes a fatass.
this is whats going on
65 kg - festklänning
60 kg - nya jeans
58 kg -bikinishopping
55 kg -tequilafylla
50 kg - nya underkläder
It’s been a week but I just cant seem to get under the 70 kg-line just yet. I’m still at 70.7 kg, and it’s the lowest I’ve been for soo long, so I am pleased, but I want to shed the pounds like enemies.
On Monday I start a new job, and I really really dont want to be the fat girl. I wanna be so skinny!
oh my god, I had a weight-in like two minutes ago, and I’m at 70.6!!
It was like two years ago I was at that weight!