By most standards you probably wouldn’t call me fat, just average, which I hate. I’m 5′3" and around 117 (today) I used to be pretty tight now I am not and I am sick of it. It took almost a year to get through this self loathing mood and having such a "busy" life and using it as an excuse to not be able to work out. Bullshit! No more excuses. Now I just need a hard kick in the ass. My boyfriend is not very supportive because he’s on afternoons so we barely see each other so now I need a complete stranger to be like I’d do ya, that would make me happy. But I’m writing mainly for myself because if I post this for the whole wide world to admire than maybe I’ll quit making excuses and start making changes. I know I’m not fat but I’m not healthy either I make horrible food choices and now am paying for them with squishy thighs and weird back fat that I’m not sure where it came from. Oh yes one more late night trip to taco bell. I guess I have already screwed up sticking to an amazing diet today by starting the day with coco puffs but there is always tomorrow or the rest of today I should say. Here is where I end my rant.
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