Pain, No Gain.

Hi, I'm Ash. This isn't just some "thinspo" blog. This is a real story about a real girl who struggles to achieve the body of her dreams. Current weight: 122.
Goal weight: 110. Fucking dream weight: 100.
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Where’s Your Bikini???

Lacking motivation? Here’s a tip.

It’s almost spring… then there’s summer. And we all know that summer comes in a cute package with bikini tops and bottoms, short, skirts, dresses, and so on.

Get your bikini, or buy a new one that’s nice and tight, and hang it up on your bedroom door… or somewhere where you will see it.

Now, when you eyes cast over that bikini, think to yourself, “I will look amazing in that this summer.”

Keep it up, let it motivate you.

3/27

What I ate all day, from 6:00 am to about 8:00 pm:

1 apple

1 granola bar

dried apricots

almonds

1 [small] slice of pizza

2 hard-boiled eggs

salad

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I didn’t feel too guilty about the one slice of pizza because I every thing else I ate was low-carb.

breakfast

-one apple

-coffee

for lunch, I’ll pack:

-one granola bar

-dried apricots

-one orange

dinner:?

-dry cereal?

Honesty

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?

Maybe sorry doesn’t cut it.

I am sorry, though. Sorry for disappearing for such a while. Life got in the way, a lot has been going on.

I really missed this blog more than any of my other blogs… This is the only blog where I express my deepest secrets and troubles. I missed sharing it with people I’ve never met, and I missed hearing everyone’s stories.

But I really need to say, thank you, to all followers who did not “unfollow” me while I was gone. I’m glad to see they’re are still some of you hangin’ around.

It’s good to back.