Not going to lie, not losing any weight this week got me a little bit sad. I wont let it bother me for too long, I just wanted to get it out.
I’ve hit my lowest point. I’m 142.6. I know I’m the only one to blame. I haven’t been careful with my eating habits yet alone worked out regularly in months. I’ve made excuses and allowed school, work and family to get in the way.
I know what I must do but I won’t go at it hardcore. I’m going to take small step. Try to talk positive to myself(cause lately, all that has comes out through my mouth are negative comments) and make an effort to change. I’m going to be realistic, and make it my goal to get down to 130 by new years. I know I can do this…I just have to stick with it.
I’m afraid to step on my scale. I’m afraid I won’t like the number that I see and I’ll freak out.
I’m the only one to blame for my weight gain and miserable feelings. Things aren’t going to get better over night but I have faith. And even though I am mentally an physically exhausted, I am going to push myself to go to the gym.
It’s time to put my health first once again.
Binged and the voice is back. Not to mention my mom keeps dropping hints that she thinks I’m anorexic. I’m not, at least not now. I used to be, a while back. Anyways, I’m afraid I’m might fall back into old habits and either not eat or gain weight.
I’m afraid to step on my scale. I don’t want to be disappointed.
I’m feeling like a whale today. I haven’t been able to lose weight. To top it off, I’ve binged like no other during lunch. ugh! I need help.
I’m fasting tomorrow. The goal is to get close to 4 pm without eating anything. I haven’t fasted in a while so I figured I’d take baby steps.