So annoyed :/ Been weighing myself all week on the old scales that were just in the bathroom, and I tried just now (after a day with food and loads to drink and fully dressed in heavy clothes) and it said I was about 2lbs lighter and I was so happy and proud. Then I thought I'd double check on my own digital scales, and according to them I'm actually 142lbs! Fuck :/ Too fat. Disgusting fucking fatty fatso. So no dinner for me tonight, and will exercise until the boyfriend gets back late tonight.
I hate myself.
I've done ok foodwise today:
1 half portion of sugarfree jelly- 5 calories
1 chicken salad at work (no dressing and left half the chicken)- 240 ish (est. cos it's 270 if you eat all the chicken)
1 white coffee- 30
1 portion of sf jelly- 10
1 fruit bag- 50
1 bag of sv snack a jacks 89
2x sv rice cakes 100
So 524 calories.... ok now I think maybe not so good :/ Should have gone for a healthier salad, like the 115 calorie one :( I thought I could get away with the extra calories but I'm even fatter than I thought so I really shouldn't have had it.
Tomorrow WILL be better. I'll aim for just fruit and a black coffee at work, and only sugarfree jelly and fruit at home.... maybe 1 snack a jack :/
Ordered my Phen50 today so hopefully that and my stepper will arrive soon and hopefully they will work and make me thin. I can't stand being this size. It makes me ashamed just to be :/ I have all these clothes that used to fit when I was lighter. They're all so pretty and my boyfriend loves them so I want to fit into them so badly and look actually half decent for once :/ Before I fall asleep every night, I have this little fantasy in my head. I'm thin, perfect. Everyone looks at me differently, like I'm actually worth the effort to notice. My chubby baby cheeks have faded and my face is almost beautiful. My arms have lost that disgusting layer of fat and my elbows stick out from the rest of my arm. My clavicles are prominent, my ribs are just visible. And best of all, I have skinny skinny legs, tiny hips and my stupid fat ass has vanished. All that's left of me is a new, beautiful and delicate pixie. I'm always wearing shorts, and people look at my legs and marvel, I make girls jealous for the first time.
I've always wanted to be thin enough to wear shorts. Always.
But as it is, I am fat. I'm pear shaped so my thighs are huge and my hips are covered by huge thick layers of sickening blubber. Plus I have so many scars on my thighs that I would have to wear tights with shorts and that's not what I want, I want bare, beautiful, bony legs. I want perfection.
Bleh. Rant over.