It's not that I'm eating a lot, I'm restricting quite well. My original idea was to restrict all this week and see what happens, maybe even try and throw my body off but it's not working. 117. 117. 117. It's huge, like my thighs. I need to stop eating, I need to fast. Why has fasting suddenly become impossible? I don't know what to do, I feel like I'm losing control and I'm getting fat. Fat fat fat fat fat. Ew. I hate everything in the mirror; my huge thighs are the latest target of my hatred. They're so hideous and covered in cellulite, which my friend says are stretch marks but my mom says is cellulite. Guess who I believe.
Cut the self-indulgent bullshit, nobody cares.
Have I mentioned Ana won't shut up? She's seriously pissed off at my weakness. Fair enough, I've not been good to her. I'm sorry Ana.
Anyways, I'm watching 16 and Pregnant which ironically is now focusing on an anorexic pregnant girl. It's got me thinking; if I found out I was pregnant tomorrow would I stop restricting and fasting for the baby? Would I even be able to? Would I see a pregnant stomach or a fat one? These sorts of questions are easy for most people, but then again most people don't have Ana picking the fat off your bones.
I feel for this girl.
"If you or someone you know is struggling with an eating disorder, blah blah blah"
Struggling is most definitely the word. You haven't fasted in weeks. You don't have an eating disorder, you're too fat. You probably just want some attention. You're pathetic.
I'm sorry, I'm trying, my dog ate it.
I hope your days are going better Angels,
Charlie
P.S. I want to take this time to shout out to Ariana, whose comments always cheer me up. Just want you to know how much your support means to me, sending you extra skinnies because if anyone deserves it, it's you.
Tuesday 24 May 2011
Friday 20 May 2011
Failure.
I ate two slices of pizza. Big slices. Huge disgusting, fatty slices. Ugh. I am a failure. I deserve every fucking lb I gain. I'll probably be 120 again tomorrow. And I deserve it.
Remind me again why I'm not throwing myself into traffic as we speak?
Remind me again why I'm not throwing myself into traffic as we speak?
Panic.
I am 118. HOW. How is this even possible? I was 114 yesterday and all I had to eat was leek and fennel soup. I'm not nearing my period, there is no logical explanation. How the fuck is this happening right now? What did I do wrong? Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh.
I've already done a salt water flush as an emergency measure because I'm seriously freaking out. I don't understand what happened here. I want to crawl into a hole. I'm not eating today or tomorrow. Not a fucking bite. How can I think of eating when 4 random pounds just jumped back on? Ugh I'm such a huge fat cow.
I've already done my run for the day, time for an arm workout. Then an ab workout and some squats and who knows what else I can squeeze in. This can't be happening. All my hard work.
What could be causing this? Can you just bloat randomly? I did take two advil yesterday and I remember someone telling me that can bloat me.... Maybe that's what's happening? This can't be real. This can't be permanent.
Please, please, please go away. Go away and I'll be so good about fasting. I'll restrict like a champion. I'll do anything just please make these 4 lbs go away.
I've already done a salt water flush as an emergency measure because I'm seriously freaking out. I don't understand what happened here. I want to crawl into a hole. I'm not eating today or tomorrow. Not a fucking bite. How can I think of eating when 4 random pounds just jumped back on? Ugh I'm such a huge fat cow.
I've already done my run for the day, time for an arm workout. Then an ab workout and some squats and who knows what else I can squeeze in. This can't be happening. All my hard work.
What could be causing this? Can you just bloat randomly? I did take two advil yesterday and I remember someone telling me that can bloat me.... Maybe that's what's happening? This can't be real. This can't be permanent.
Please, please, please go away. Go away and I'll be so good about fasting. I'll restrict like a champion. I'll do anything just please make these 4 lbs go away.
Wednesday 18 May 2011
The Plateau is my Bitch.
I broke my plateau. It's lying on the floor clutching its face and crying. Sorry plateau, not in my house.
114. I feel so wonderful right now. But of course I'd feel better at 110 and I did eat a chicken burger tonight so let's fast until Sunday. Because I can. Because nobody notices. They'll probably clue in when my hipbones stat jutting out again and my legs aren't quite so gargantuan. But by then it will be too late. Sorry guys, missed the train I am skinny. Ha.
So aside from my triumph I went for a run this morning and ended up locked out of my house for two hours. And it rained. And I couldn't get into the garage because I don't know the new code. Fun times. I'm sick now. My mum said she's worried about me always getting sick, she wonders why. Here's a clue:
I DON'T EAT.
Mystery fucking solved, Nancy Drew. She also thinks I'm addicted to pain meds. I swear this woman is ten miles south of crazy. I take one advil today and she's up my ass, I skip food for three days straight and nothing. "Be careful with those." Are you kidding me right now? How about "Hey I've noticed that there's never a dinner plate from you on the counter." or "So that Miso Soup you made last week still hasn't been eaten." When shit hits the fan, and it will, I guarantee you she will claim there were no warning signs. Because she's dumb as a stump.
Oh wait, not really because she's caught onto my supposed pain killer addiction.
Suck a lemon for me, kay?
114. I feel so wonderful right now. But of course I'd feel better at 110 and I did eat a chicken burger tonight so let's fast until Sunday. Because I can. Because nobody notices. They'll probably clue in when my hipbones stat jutting out again and my legs aren't quite so gargantuan. But by then it will be too late. Sorry guys, missed the train I am skinny. Ha.
So aside from my triumph I went for a run this morning and ended up locked out of my house for two hours. And it rained. And I couldn't get into the garage because I don't know the new code. Fun times. I'm sick now. My mum said she's worried about me always getting sick, she wonders why. Here's a clue:
I DON'T EAT.
Mystery fucking solved, Nancy Drew. She also thinks I'm addicted to pain meds. I swear this woman is ten miles south of crazy. I take one advil today and she's up my ass, I skip food for three days straight and nothing. "Be careful with those." Are you kidding me right now? How about "Hey I've noticed that there's never a dinner plate from you on the counter." or "So that Miso Soup you made last week still hasn't been eaten." When shit hits the fan, and it will, I guarantee you she will claim there were no warning signs. Because she's dumb as a stump.
Oh wait, not really because she's caught onto my supposed pain killer addiction.
Suck a lemon for me, kay?
Tuesday 17 May 2011
Are we having fun yet?
There are some days when I hate Ana. The days when every bone and joint in my body aches. The days when the stabbing pain in my stomach won't recede, when my throat scratches and my ears hurt. On these days I run a low grade fever, not enough to be considered sick, but enough to keep me miserable.
Your mother stops caring by the way. Well maybe not all mothers, but mine sure did. She tells you you're always sick, she thinks you're faking it for attention. But she says nothing when you refuse dinner. Not a damn word.
A 'healthy' person wouldn't understand. They'd ask why I don't just stop then. They think it's a conscious decision. It's not. There's no off switch. There is at the beginning, so let this be my one morally obligatory warning: this is not fun. Okay sometimes it is, and you do get a buzz when you watch the scale drop. But there's another side to it, and it fucking sucks. This is the side that sticks the finger down your throat when you binge; which never gets easy by the way. This side can force you to exercise all night on an unexpected high calorie day, or keep you in bed sobbing because of what a failure you are.
Are we having fun yet?
I'm going out shopping with one of my best friends and here is my dilemma:
1. My body fucking aches.
2. We're going out later than expected.
3. She might want to go for dinner.
Panic. It will be somewhere cheap. It will probably be calorie riddled. Kill me now.
And finally:
4. Her sister has battled anorexia for years and I am a fucking bitch to make her watch her friend do it too. Given, she doesn't know about me yet because I've become the master at hiding it. Eight years without being caught, have I mentioned that? What a horrible person I am.
If I eat we know this means I have a grueling four day fast ahead. Thursday to Sunday night. One meal, then Monday to Wednesday night another liquid fast.
This is what happens when you plateau.
Are we having fun yet?
Yes, yes we are, aren't we Angels?
Your mother stops caring by the way. Well maybe not all mothers, but mine sure did. She tells you you're always sick, she thinks you're faking it for attention. But she says nothing when you refuse dinner. Not a damn word.
A 'healthy' person wouldn't understand. They'd ask why I don't just stop then. They think it's a conscious decision. It's not. There's no off switch. There is at the beginning, so let this be my one morally obligatory warning: this is not fun. Okay sometimes it is, and you do get a buzz when you watch the scale drop. But there's another side to it, and it fucking sucks. This is the side that sticks the finger down your throat when you binge; which never gets easy by the way. This side can force you to exercise all night on an unexpected high calorie day, or keep you in bed sobbing because of what a failure you are.
Are we having fun yet?
I'm going out shopping with one of my best friends and here is my dilemma:
1. My body fucking aches.
2. We're going out later than expected.
3. She might want to go for dinner.
Panic. It will be somewhere cheap. It will probably be calorie riddled. Kill me now.
And finally:
4. Her sister has battled anorexia for years and I am a fucking bitch to make her watch her friend do it too. Given, she doesn't know about me yet because I've become the master at hiding it. Eight years without being caught, have I mentioned that? What a horrible person I am.
If I eat we know this means I have a grueling four day fast ahead. Thursday to Sunday night. One meal, then Monday to Wednesday night another liquid fast.
This is what happens when you plateau.
Are we having fun yet?
Yes, yes we are, aren't we Angels?
Sunday 15 May 2011
Coupon me Insane.
So I'm watching this extreme couponing show which is basically about people who coupon to such an extreme that they but like 100 of each item because of how cheap they can get it. The broke part of me thinks it's genius, this one girl saved 10,000$ last year. Yeah I freaked too. But then there's Ana, and she's utterly appalled.
Who the fuck eats that much frozen food? No wonder she's fat. You know better than to ever touch a Hot Pocket, right? You can't tell me you're that stupid.
They had carts of frozen foods. CARTS. Because obviously fresh produce never goes on sale let alone warrants a coupon. So what do these people eat? Frozen foods, canned foods, boxed foods, non-perishable grade school food drive food. Alright one woman got 100 packs of coffee for free, that was bad ass I'll admit. But how can you eat that stuff? I had to turn off the TV when they started showing their stacks upon stacks of food.
Look at all that salt. All that sugar. All that fat. Look at it go to their thighs. To your thighs. Do those cookies look good? Get a grip.
Yeah... no amount of savings is worth that. I think I've gained weight just watching this show. No wait, if I've gained weight (I'm terrified to check) it's because I've been eating for the past two days.
You are such a fat little whore.
Tell me something I don't know.
Who the fuck eats that much frozen food? No wonder she's fat. You know better than to ever touch a Hot Pocket, right? You can't tell me you're that stupid.
They had carts of frozen foods. CARTS. Because obviously fresh produce never goes on sale let alone warrants a coupon. So what do these people eat? Frozen foods, canned foods, boxed foods, non-perishable grade school food drive food. Alright one woman got 100 packs of coffee for free, that was bad ass I'll admit. But how can you eat that stuff? I had to turn off the TV when they started showing their stacks upon stacks of food.
Look at all that salt. All that sugar. All that fat. Look at it go to their thighs. To your thighs. Do those cookies look good? Get a grip.
Yeah... no amount of savings is worth that. I think I've gained weight just watching this show. No wait, if I've gained weight (I'm terrified to check) it's because I've been eating for the past two days.
You are such a fat little whore.
Tell me something I don't know.
Saturday 14 May 2011
Stuck.
116.
116.
1 fucking 16.
Drop. Please drop. Why won't you drop? Was it the hot dog I ate? The arm workout I skipped? Maybe I'm just destined to be fat forever.
No. Absolutely not.
I found an amazing recipe for Miso Soup. It's soooo good and each bowl has about... 4 calories. I think I may live off of it forever. I add in chili sauce to make it spicy and it's literally the greatest thing ever. I think I may have some tomorrow night, because today I'm fasting.
It's gotten to the point where I feel as if I eat anything, a piece of cheese, a crouton, a pickle; I will not lose. I know that this can't be true but what other option is there for my plateau? Plateaus require extra work to break and break it I intend to do. After my bowl of soup I'm fasting for 3 days again. I know I sound like a broken record but if I write it out here it's final, it has to be done. It's time to push through and get to 110, by any means necessary.
Here's to breaking plateaus Angels,
Charlie
116.
1 fucking 16.
Drop. Please drop. Why won't you drop? Was it the hot dog I ate? The arm workout I skipped? Maybe I'm just destined to be fat forever.
No. Absolutely not.
I found an amazing recipe for Miso Soup. It's soooo good and each bowl has about... 4 calories. I think I may live off of it forever. I add in chili sauce to make it spicy and it's literally the greatest thing ever. I think I may have some tomorrow night, because today I'm fasting.
It's gotten to the point where I feel as if I eat anything, a piece of cheese, a crouton, a pickle; I will not lose. I know that this can't be true but what other option is there for my plateau? Plateaus require extra work to break and break it I intend to do. After my bowl of soup I'm fasting for 3 days again. I know I sound like a broken record but if I write it out here it's final, it has to be done. It's time to push through and get to 110, by any means necessary.
Here's to breaking plateaus Angels,
Charlie
Saturday 7 May 2011
We were strangers.
Last night I caught up with a friend I haven't talked to in ages. He was someone I sort of had a thing with and the last few years between us have been rocky. Mostly because I let Ana distort who he is. I think things are patching up though. I think we can be friends. I hope we can.
I will never let Ana near him again.
We aren't speaking today. Not a single word out of her. I'm still fasting, I'm a little dizzy but I've kind of grown to like this feeling. But I haven't weighed myself. I know she's inside growling away, tearing herself up because she can't know how much we weigh. Well suck it up for now, I hate you for how you make me see him. And it's not going to work anymore. You can tear me up and call me all sorts of horrible things but you leave him be.
Oh god I am going to pay miserably for my insolence.
I will never let Ana near him again.
We aren't speaking today. Not a single word out of her. I'm still fasting, I'm a little dizzy but I've kind of grown to like this feeling. But I haven't weighed myself. I know she's inside growling away, tearing herself up because she can't know how much we weigh. Well suck it up for now, I hate you for how you make me see him. And it's not going to work anymore. You can tear me up and call me all sorts of horrible things but you leave him be.
Oh god I am going to pay miserably for my insolence.
Friday 6 May 2011
Another day, another fast.
I almost broke today. There was this onion bun on the counter and I could smell it. I wanted it so bad. With some turkey breast, hot peppers, and honey mustard; holy mother of god it was going to be incredible. I had just finished a run and I'm going to be drinking tonight so I figured... what's one onion bun sandwich-stravaganza? The deal was done, the fridge was open, my head was inside poking for fixins. I had just cut the bun in half when she finally jumped in.
Stop right there you fat little fuck.
Shit. Busted.
Are you out of your chubby mind? We are at 117. We are doing good. Why are you ruining this?
I am starving and I have to drink tonight. I don't want to get sick.
Don't be stupid. The more you have in your stomach, the more you have to drink. You put that sandwich in your mouth and you have to intake even more tonight. Fast and you save calories twice.
Dammit, she's right. She's always right. I put the two halves of the bun back in it's bag and poured a glass of water instead. Now I can drink less, get the same buzz, and save even more calories. And I won't feel full in jeans. But I was still kind of pissed at her for stopping what would have been a delicious lunch so I grabbed a teaspoon of peanut butter. So there.
You are such a passive aggressive bitch.
My brother made a meatball sandwich out of the glorious onion bun.
Stop right there you fat little fuck.
Shit. Busted.
Are you out of your chubby mind? We are at 117. We are doing good. Why are you ruining this?
I am starving and I have to drink tonight. I don't want to get sick.
Don't be stupid. The more you have in your stomach, the more you have to drink. You put that sandwich in your mouth and you have to intake even more tonight. Fast and you save calories twice.
Dammit, she's right. She's always right. I put the two halves of the bun back in it's bag and poured a glass of water instead. Now I can drink less, get the same buzz, and save even more calories. And I won't feel full in jeans. But I was still kind of pissed at her for stopping what would have been a delicious lunch so I grabbed a teaspoon of peanut butter. So there.
You are such a passive aggressive bitch.
My brother made a meatball sandwich out of the glorious onion bun.
Wednesday 4 May 2011
Mid-week, mid-weight.
10 Day Challenge
Intake: 20p
Water: 20p
Exercise: 20p
Sleep: 20p
Total: 80p :)
SW: 119
CW: 118
UGH. Where did this pound come from. Whatever. At least it's not 119. I don't want to eat tomorrow. At all. But I will, just the one day then liquid fast until brunch at my Baba's(grandmother i do not live with) on Sunday.
Maybe the reason this is so difficult is because it's all muscle? That makes sense right? I mean, I was a competitive dancer for almost 14 years so clearly I do have some of that. But there's this layer of pure FAT on top of it. Disgusting, cottage cheese, fat. Go away.
I ran for an hour today, it was awesome. Then I did an hour of arms and a half hour of legs and abs. I felt so dizzy afterwards I had to lie flat on my stomach for a few hours. My mom came home and was worried I was sick again, but once again not a word about not eating dinner. She made pasta with tomato sauce and oh my gosh it smells good. But I'm 1-fucking-18. Not a chance. I shouldn't even consider eating until that goes back down, my body has enough fucking fat to eat away at. Go do that if you're hungry and stop growling at me.
On the bright side, America's Next Top Model is on. I live for this show. Ultimate thinspo. I want that so badly. I want that thin, I need that thin. It's all I think about all day. I'm going up North for a week in July and I damn well better be at LEAST 110. Is that so much to ask for?
In my wildest dreams I hit the cottage at 105. Everyone comments on how thin I am. They ask me what my secret is and I smile and lie. "Just eating right and exercising more!" Yeah, right. When I want to eat I put on my bikini and stare in the mirror at the horridness.
How the fuck can you be hungry with that looking back at you?
Ana's right. She's always right. I think I might do a before and after type thing. Just... don't cringe at me okay Angels? I'm working really hard. Soon I will be your thinspo, I promise. But for now I'm just fatty fat me...
Resist, Restrict, and Resist again Angels,
Charlie
Intake: 20p
Water: 20p
Exercise: 20p
Sleep: 20p
Total: 80p :)
SW: 119
CW: 118
UGH. Where did this pound come from. Whatever. At least it's not 119. I don't want to eat tomorrow. At all. But I will, just the one day then liquid fast until brunch at my Baba's(grandmother i do not live with) on Sunday.
Maybe the reason this is so difficult is because it's all muscle? That makes sense right? I mean, I was a competitive dancer for almost 14 years so clearly I do have some of that. But there's this layer of pure FAT on top of it. Disgusting, cottage cheese, fat. Go away.
I ran for an hour today, it was awesome. Then I did an hour of arms and a half hour of legs and abs. I felt so dizzy afterwards I had to lie flat on my stomach for a few hours. My mom came home and was worried I was sick again, but once again not a word about not eating dinner. She made pasta with tomato sauce and oh my gosh it smells good. But I'm 1-fucking-18. Not a chance. I shouldn't even consider eating until that goes back down, my body has enough fucking fat to eat away at. Go do that if you're hungry and stop growling at me.
On the bright side, America's Next Top Model is on. I live for this show. Ultimate thinspo. I want that so badly. I want that thin, I need that thin. It's all I think about all day. I'm going up North for a week in July and I damn well better be at LEAST 110. Is that so much to ask for?
In my wildest dreams I hit the cottage at 105. Everyone comments on how thin I am. They ask me what my secret is and I smile and lie. "Just eating right and exercising more!" Yeah, right. When I want to eat I put on my bikini and stare in the mirror at the horridness.
How the fuck can you be hungry with that looking back at you?
Ana's right. She's always right. I think I might do a before and after type thing. Just... don't cringe at me okay Angels? I'm working really hard. Soon I will be your thinspo, I promise. But for now I'm just fatty fat me...
Resist, Restrict, and Resist again Angels,
Charlie
Tuesday 3 May 2011
There is Cranberry Juice in my Fridge.
And pickles. This means that my grandmother is well aware of what I'm doing because that's the only time she buys these two things. She knows that I will drink the cranberry juice to keep my sugar up and she knows that I will eat pickles for lunch because they have minuscule amounts of calories. In some ways I was touched by this gesture, at least someone keeps tabs on me. She'd rather have me live off pickles and cranberry juice than watch me starve. It kills me to have to continue to starve, but I can't see any other way I'll be happy.
10 Day Challenge Day 1
intake: 20 points
water: 20 points
exercise: 20 points
sleep: 20 points
total: 80 points, right on track
SW: 119lbs
CW: ......
drumroll
117.
Do not ask me how. I'm thrilled, ecstatic, over the moon. How can I stop fasting now? Tomorrow is a 0 calorie day. No calories at all, just water. This is extreme but I need to get it done. Thursday will be a food day, but still sub 500. Friday and Saturday are liquid fasts and Sunday is another sub-500.
And you know what? Fuck it. Monday - Wednesday next week is another liquid fast. Crazy? Yes. Do I care right now? Absolutely not. I don't give a shit. I don't think I can handle my levels of anxiety right now without fasting. Screw common sense, I need to lose weight.
A little common sense doesn't hurt though Angels,
Charlie
10 Day Challenge Day 1
intake: 20 points
water: 20 points
exercise: 20 points
sleep: 20 points
total: 80 points, right on track
SW: 119lbs
CW: ......
drumroll
117.
Do not ask me how. I'm thrilled, ecstatic, over the moon. How can I stop fasting now? Tomorrow is a 0 calorie day. No calories at all, just water. This is extreme but I need to get it done. Thursday will be a food day, but still sub 500. Friday and Saturday are liquid fasts and Sunday is another sub-500.
And you know what? Fuck it. Monday - Wednesday next week is another liquid fast. Crazy? Yes. Do I care right now? Absolutely not. I don't give a shit. I don't think I can handle my levels of anxiety right now without fasting. Screw common sense, I need to lose weight.
A little common sense doesn't hurt though Angels,
Charlie
Monday 2 May 2011
Not Wrong.... Just Not Right.
Something is off. I have only been fasting a day but I feel dizzy and out of focus. My head hurts and I have almost passed out twice already. Given, I went for an hour long run, worked out my arms, and then walked for an hour and a half to drop off videos and then to my friend's house. Then my friend and I walked some more...
Perhaps I overdid it for my first day. Perhaps I should have eased into this better considering I came very close to being found out. However, I refuse to fall back. I'm eating a bun right now, approx. 200cals and I may eat a bowl of bean soup at approx. 100cals but then the next two days are sans food. I've burned waaay more than 300cals today so I should still be okay. I hope. Oh god please.
I am worried. I hope this was just a one time thing because I refuse to give up liquid fasts. I can't just restrict, it's not good enough. I will never drop as many pounds as I want by just restricting. I NEED to fast. I need to feel my stomach growl. I need to go to sleep feeling light and empty. I want to see more of my hip bones. I want my thighs to shrink to the size of my calves. I want my arms to be thin as rails. I want to hear people tell me I am too thin. I want my mother to worry. I want all of these things more than I want to be healthy. I want these things even though I know it will hurt my family; my grandmothers, my brother, my cousins. I want to be thin so damn bad I don't care who I hurt. I don't even care if I die trying.
I am a selfish creature.
Try not to think too little of me Angels,
Charlie
Perhaps I overdid it for my first day. Perhaps I should have eased into this better considering I came very close to being found out. However, I refuse to fall back. I'm eating a bun right now, approx. 200cals and I may eat a bowl of bean soup at approx. 100cals but then the next two days are sans food. I've burned waaay more than 300cals today so I should still be okay. I hope. Oh god please.
I am worried. I hope this was just a one time thing because I refuse to give up liquid fasts. I can't just restrict, it's not good enough. I will never drop as many pounds as I want by just restricting. I NEED to fast. I need to feel my stomach growl. I need to go to sleep feeling light and empty. I want to see more of my hip bones. I want my thighs to shrink to the size of my calves. I want my arms to be thin as rails. I want to hear people tell me I am too thin. I want my mother to worry. I want all of these things more than I want to be healthy. I want these things even though I know it will hurt my family; my grandmothers, my brother, my cousins. I want to be thin so damn bad I don't care who I hurt. I don't even care if I die trying.
I am a selfish creature.
Try not to think too little of me Angels,
Charlie
Hello again Angels,
As my last post was rather dramatic, allow me to explain the last month of my life. The Sunday after I finished my last exam, that happened. Afterwards I was sick for about two weeks, I couldn't get out of bed for the life of me. My grandmother and my mom were keeping incredibly close tabs on me so I had to eat. All. Month. Long.
Before the incident I was down to 114. I was so, so happy. After a month of solid eating I am back at 119. UGH. I hate it. My arms are huge, my thighs are huge, my stomach might as well be it's own fucking planet. But I know I deserve it, I forgot my mantra: drink a lot of fucking water so you don't pass out. Didn't I spend a whole post explaining to you Angels the importance of staying hydrated? What was wrong with me, how on earth did I forget the most important rule? No matter, what's done is done and now I've just got to do some serious damage control.
So on that note, I'm now in crisis mode. Damage control this time is going to take some extreme measures, but I've learned my lesson so this time there will be no fainting incidents. However this situation calls for not only a 3 day fast (Monday - Thursday) but also another 2 day fast immediately following. For those of you keeping track that means Monday to Thursday, no eating. Thursday I can have lunch but then absolutely no food until Sunday. It's extreme but dammit I need to get back down to 115.
Also, a fellow blogger here has introduced a new, interesting challenge that I just can't resist trying out. Ariana posted the 10 Day Challenge a short while back, which is a point based system intended to help you lose 5lbs in 10 days. Exactly what I needed! I'm not going to repost the image or rules, because I'd like you guys to check out her original post but basically I'm aiming for 80 points a day to total a minimum of 800 over the 10 days. Points are earned by restricting calories and exercising. I'm about to go earn 20 points for a nice long run.
Fast well Angels,
Charlie
Before the incident I was down to 114. I was so, so happy. After a month of solid eating I am back at 119. UGH. I hate it. My arms are huge, my thighs are huge, my stomach might as well be it's own fucking planet. But I know I deserve it, I forgot my mantra: drink a lot of fucking water so you don't pass out. Didn't I spend a whole post explaining to you Angels the importance of staying hydrated? What was wrong with me, how on earth did I forget the most important rule? No matter, what's done is done and now I've just got to do some serious damage control.
So on that note, I'm now in crisis mode. Damage control this time is going to take some extreme measures, but I've learned my lesson so this time there will be no fainting incidents. However this situation calls for not only a 3 day fast (Monday - Thursday) but also another 2 day fast immediately following. For those of you keeping track that means Monday to Thursday, no eating. Thursday I can have lunch but then absolutely no food until Sunday. It's extreme but dammit I need to get back down to 115.
Also, a fellow blogger here has introduced a new, interesting challenge that I just can't resist trying out. Ariana posted the 10 Day Challenge a short while back, which is a point based system intended to help you lose 5lbs in 10 days. Exactly what I needed! I'm not going to repost the image or rules, because I'd like you guys to check out her original post but basically I'm aiming for 80 points a day to total a minimum of 800 over the 10 days. Points are earned by restricting calories and exercising. I'm about to go earn 20 points for a nice long run.
Fast well Angels,
Charlie
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