Sadly, I have not made much progress lately. I was thinking,you know, my tumblr was really helping me keep on track before…I am desperately reuniting with my tumblr to possibly save some of my sanity.
Reminders of how I feel, reminders that this is a true story:
I am not dieting. I am not just trying to lose weight. It’s not all about being thin.
It’s about getting this fucking demon out of my head so I can stop thinking I’m a fat girl. I know I’m notoverweight;I’m not stupid. But, every time I grab the thicker areas on my body, and every time I look in the mirror…disgust.
I am tired of feeling disgusted, ashamed, hideous. I want to look at myself and feel proud, feel beautiful, feel happy.
I eat food, and then I want to get it out of my body as fast as possible. When I eat, I worry that the food will never leave my body…. I worry that it just spreads and makes methicker. There’s this horrible guilty feeling I get when I eat, and I hate that feeling more than any other stressful emotions I have had.
100 pounds, can I do it?