The days are slowly melting together. They always do, like peanut butter on the roof of your mouth, melt and dissolve. I'm starving. Which means I'm happier. I've fucked up twice in the past two weeks, weeks which average <500 calories a day. I've been in and out of the gym so much that I know now for certain how many stair it takes to get to the aerobic loft-24 stairs- 4 calories burned.
I binged on Saturday. Went for a mile walk before I did it. Bought a stuff crust pizza, Hawaiian bread rolls, and 1.2 gallon of ice cream. I only ate two slices and a cup of ice cream but I hated it. I fucking wanted to die. So I did what any good fucked up person would do. I FIXED the SITUATION. 6 pretty pink extra strength laxatives coursed down my throat like little bumper cars from heaven.
So since I'm still in the 120's I'm going to go to the gym EVERY day this week-no matter what.
I'm on day eight of this diet..which means <400 calories.
Food Log today:
Green Tea 0
Rice cake 50
Most of an Apple 80
I could starve better..
But I did burn 400 calories at the gym this morning.
-This is my last week of classes till finals
-I head back to Oregon in 17 days
-Ty's family arrives this weekend
-I must be thin.
Thinspo of the week!