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That comes when a best friend leaves..
This is my story, of wanting to be like her, look like her and be perfect like she used to be when we were best friends.
Like she was when she was THIN like a skeleton.
Sw 64.5 Cw: 62
GW1: 57 GW2: 53 GW3: 50
UGW: 45
When I started I was ~142lbs. I wanted to get down to ~120lbs. Maybe 118, because being in the “teens” for weight just sounded cuter. It seemed like an unachievable goal at the time. Over 20 pounds of weight loss! No way I could do all that.
I made habit changes. I no longer had a drink to unwind when I came home from work. In fact, I pretty much stopped drinking altogether. Not a bad change, overall. Healthy, in fact.
I started logging all of my calories. Holy cow! That’s how much I eat? I cut back on snacks and total calories. The pounds melted off. Slowly, but even over the holidays they dropped away.
Soon I was close to 120, and I thought 115 sounded better. Then a nice even 110. As I dropped to around 114 I realized I wanted to be 100.
Now I’m leaning towards the idea of 95-98. Double digits just sounds…appealing. I literally remember the last time I weighed so little and when I started seeing the triple digits. I think it would be nice to be around there and then I can be satisfied and just maintain.
But will I be content when I reach 100? Or 98? I’m actually subtly afraid of this. I keep trying to go lower and I’m really worried it will never end and I’ll end up seriously unhealthy.
Not so worried that I’m about to stop…I just had to vent a little. And I wanted to post about how dangerous and how much of a slippery slope this is. It can sneak up on you and before you know it it’s 1 am and you’ve been on the treadmill for 3 hours because you had a scoop of peanut butter.
Hope these tips help you guys as much as they help me! :)
You’re curled up on the couch with your phone, a soft blanket, a mug of hot lemon tea. The house is clean, quiet, organized - you are truly at peace as you sit and scroll your favourite blogs, listening to the rain.
You don’t think of food. Your stomach growls a little bit but amazingly, you don’t mind. You’re in control. You’re not an animal anymore. When you’re out with your friends you’re alive with conversation, fascinated with what others have to say. You pick at your plate, disinterested. It’s not an effort anymore. You really truly don’t care like you used to. Food isn’t a drug anymore. Food isn’t all there is.
You’re in total control now. Your winter body shrinks a little each day beneath your wool sweaters and cozy tights. November is your time to shine.
Are you seriously sitting there on your phone looking at thinspo? Why don’t you get off your fat ass and actually become a thinspo. LOL, but you won’t right? Because you are just to busy being in love with food instead of your body. You are killing it with the bullshit you stuff you face with. Do you really think that you will get a boyfriend/girlfriend with the way you look? Nobody wants a fat slob who can barely walk up the stairs. Really think he will want you on his dick? No because you will probably crush him. GET UP ALREADY. You better do 10 pushups. You better do a 30 second wall sit. In fact go run or walk a fucking mile. You’ll burn more calories than just sitting on your phone. Oh and have you drank any water today? Drink 2 more! Had anything to eat? Eh, you don’t need anything right now. You shouldn’t be dependent on food right now. If you are seriously starving then eat a banana with peanut butter. Should fill you up for the day. You knoe what’s funny? You needed this as a wake up call because your brain wasn’t enough. Get the fuck up and work towards you goal.
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i need more thinspo blogs to follow bc my dash is so dead rn so could you guys maybe reblog this so i can check out your blog? thank you ily <3