Monday, September 12, 2011

true story

Okay, so I was really hungry after my 8 am class, so I thought, "hey, I 've been exercising a lot lately. why don't I go get a bagel?" I love bagels. they are my favorite. So I decided to walk 8 blocks down to the best bagel place I know, thinking that maybe the walking would at least counteract the cream cheese. But then I passed H&M and remembered I needed to get some nice pants for my new job. So I went in and tried some on. Guess what size I am? A fucking 8. yeah. I'm fat.
Obviously, that means the bagel is out of the question, so I just walked right on back to my dorm room to get ready for a class in half an hour. I'm not eating anymore. At least not when I can help it. I am wayyy too fat to eat. calories are a reward for being beautiful. And that's not something I've earned yet.











I just wanna be skinny...

EDIT:
today's intake: half slice of banana bread my dad sent me (90)
                       apple (80)
exercise: city walking for 2 hours (300) yeah... I just wandered
              elliptical (140)

4 comments:

  1. I hate how clothes can make us feel like complete rubbish! A stupid number that determines how the day goes. A little like the scales I guess. xx

    ReplyDelete
  2. Are you a freshman in college too?! You're officially my new favorite blogger... I'm sitting here relating to everything from your past few posts. Is it too early to say I love ya? hahaha

    Thank you for the encouragements, by the way :)

    ReplyDelete
  3. H&M sizing is stupid. I hate shopping there because I feel horrible after trying things on....You're beautiful!

    ReplyDelete