I seriously am so bloated and huge that I am grosses out beyond belief. Last week (Thursday I think) I was 143 or 144. Yesterday I was 152! Today I was 150 so it's not all bloating I guess. My stomach is fucking huge and so is my face. What the fuck, seriously?!
I did well yesterday, no purging and made myself work out. I passed out at 9 PM for no reason.
Worked out this morning and am sore, which makes me happy.
Still friendless and still not caring. I am so fucking busy. It never ends. I can't wait to get back to NYC and finally focus on myself not my shitty friends and their whore drama. On me, and school and my life and happiness. I feel the last seven years of my life were a waste. I supported others but destroyed myself. No more.
Upon further thought, the last 7 years haven't been a total waste. My gained a lot of job experience (could have done that in NYC but the competition was much fiercer), I got to live in great apartments because the cost of living is better here, I finally went to school and got to shine because the competition here is non-existent, I got in-shape kind of, quit smoking kind of, fell in love (ugh it was awful, but needed to happen), I am a stronger person than I was when I left so it's OK I guess. Plus I love warm weather.
Did you know that 65% of San Antonians are overweight?!!! That is fucking crazy!!?? No wonder I gained like 60 pounds moving here.
12:48 p.m. - 2011-05-10
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