so if you’re one of those if-you’re-not-anorexic-you’re-a-fatass people… knock it off.
(Source: shamrock-shake)
that awkward moment when you can’t tell if your stomach hurts because you’re hungry or because you ate too much.
12 mini corn dogs later and I’m about to gnosh on cream cheese cheese bread.
I always binge, but never purge.
I don’t think I’m going to eat tomorrow.
I ate so much shit this weekend. I’ve been trying so hard to be healthy and whatever so I can slim down, and I feel like this weekend ruined any progress I had made. So tomorrow I’m going to drink my weight in tea. And if I eat, I’ll eat like an apple or something. And I’m definitely hitting the gym in the morning.
This isn’t going to be a habitual thing.
I just really, really don’t want to get fat.
I wasn’t hungry.
I was going to eat healthy.
I should have made tea.
If I were doing something, making tea is exactly what I would have done.
But I was bored.
Bored as FUCCCCK.
and so I went and deep-fried the tortillas in my fridge.
and they became chips.
resistance is futile
we’re going to go to the gym tomorrow
