I plan everything. These plans would work if I fucking stuck to them for more than a week.
I have been wanting to reach simple milestones for over two years. That is just pathetic.
I'm a pathetic excuse for a person. But really, why can't I do this. I do not hold myself accountable.
10 pounds. That's the weight I have to be at by the end of August. 160. That's pathetic, I can't even get down to that, and that's still the size of a cow. I was 169 this morning when I woke up. I hate myself for this.
Fuckfuckfuck.
Sorry…
But really. I can't keep this weight up. I hate my fat face. I hate my fat thighs. I hate my fat ass my fat stomach my fat arms.
I want to be toned, to turn heads, to be pretty. That can't happen while I'm a heifer.
If this is something I want so badly, the biggest single goal that I have 100% control over, why can't I stick to it.
Restarting. Go.
I want:
- 160. then 150. then 140. then 130. then less.
- the gap.
- flat stomach
- thin arms
- cheekbones
- hipbones
- collarbones.
- anthing for thin.