June 2009
Honestly? If I were to write as if no one was reading I’d say how I’m terrified I am.
Terrified that I’m slipping, terrified that I’ve hit a plateau, and will soon just give up. It’s happened before; at this exact same weight too. I’m terrified that the faith and belief I had in myself I’m slowly doubting. I’m so scared I’ll settle. Settle...
May 2009
“For me, there are two kinds of people in this world; those that give up, and...”
Eeeeekkkk
Yay! I currently weigh 165! Oh Happiness, oh what a delightful day!!
Take a look at yourself in a mirror, … who do you see looking back? Is it the person you want to be? Or is there someone else you were meant to be, … the person you were meant to be but fell short of? ~1TH (I know, I’m such a nerd)
I had a thought (revelation?) last night: The reason I’m so scared of people of the opposite sex liking me is because… I’M JUDGING THEM FOR LIKING SOMEONE WHOSE OVERWEIGHT (ie. Me).
Ridiculous I know *shaking head*, simply ridiculous.
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I don’t want to post. I don’t.
Why? Oh perhaps because I GAINED WEIGHT.
After my weekend of purging I can’t say I’m surprised. This morning the scale read 165.4. Bollocks*!*
If you look at my history of weight loss (here) you’ll so I literally just erased a month of hard work. ONE MONTH. That’s depressing as hell. Part of me wants to say “I...
I want to be skinny, I want to be loved, I want to wear short skirts and summer dresses, I want to have a good looking boyfriend, I want my jeans to say size 4, I want to be happy, I want…
Good Morrow Dear Fellow Food Fanatics, Good Morrow to you.
And what a good morrow it is. I woke up on the healthy side of the bed this morning and had an extra spring in my step on the way to work. My night last night was just that, last night. Thus I won’t mention to you how I ate French fries and chicken fingers at the Toronto Football Club game, nope I won’t mention that because...
“There are no secrets to success. It is the result of preparation, hard work, and...”
"Failure is a detour, not a dead-end street.”
What do I say when I’ve failed so BADLY? What do I say when I currently feel sick from eating 1,000 plus empty calories? I guess the important thing is I’m saying something, although it’s SOOO TEMPTING to simply not post anything, walk away and pretend like I didn’t just eat copious amounts of candy and TWO lunches.
It’s sad how I literally sat at my desk and ate...
Weekend = Life Fail
To say I was perpetually hungry this weekend would be an understatement. From 5pm on Friday until right now I’ve constantly been ‘STARVING’. Sadly, I didn’t choose to cure said hunger with celery sticks and salads, nay… instead I got out the big guns and ate my weight and then some in cookies, and chips, and fugsicles and cheese and all things calorie-rific. True...
Friday night = FAIL
My Belly is full of
Grey goose and Cran
Swedish Berries
Smart Food Popcorn
Tortia Chips and dip
Pitchers of Beer
Chicken Pita Pita
McDonalds Fries and McNuggets
Water
And the kicker? I APPARENTLY GAINED 4 POUNDS!!! I made some serious bad life decisions last night. Sigh, this is why I officially weigh myself on Wednesdays, in the hopes that said bad life decisions are out of my system by...
“Choice, not chance, determines your destiny.”
– ~ True Story.
A Vent: Please Ignore.
Ps Behold… GUESS WHO I RAN INTO LAST NIGHT?! University-Boy!, aka the manboy who broke my heart three years ago, who I still pretty much love and will do anything for even though he is a crazy asshole and I hate him. Goddamnit. I care about him so much but I know that for every eight hours I spend obsessing over him, he spends like a nanosecond barely thinking about me. It drives me nuts....
My belly is full of steak right now. Be Jealous.
“It's beauty that captures your attention;...
I’ve been avoiding doing this post for sometime, as I didn’t want to come off conceited and/or gain some haters, or worse receive ‘hate emails.’ But I figured, it’s my blog. So whatevs…
The sentence, “you’ve got such a pretty face…” has haunted me for years. The “but,” is rarely spoken and it’s not hard to figure out...
I’m sure this sounds silly, but yay yay yay I just went an entire work day with NO MAKEUP ON!! I would NEVER have been able to do this +27 pounds ago.
I know, I’m such a girl, but this calls for a… 2nd big ‘YAY!’ for today!
Please Excuse My Randomness...
Should I do point form? I really like point form. I think I’m going to do point form.
The amount of lard that graced my scale this morning? 162! This was/is utterly shocking due to my weekend of consumption.
I’ve realized I’m very committed to this journey and perhaps sometimes my posts come off worse than intended. As in, please don’t think I eat/guzzle lots of calories...
I have such a craving to go for A RUN! I know, seriously… who am I?
Also, Dear May 19th, Please end, you suck and and my tummy hurts, Love E
May 2-4 Weekend
Dear Diary-That-Can-Talk-Comment-and-Give-Advice-to-Me, Please excuse me while I get quite personal. Happy Tuesday morning (after a great if you’re Canadian long weekend)! My weekend was very enjoyable in the social department, but omigod-not-very-good-in-the-calorie-counting-wanting-to-lose-weight department.
Bad life decisions were made socially and food wise, but overall I regret...
Warning: This is a particularly pathetic post.
It’s going to be hard for me to get my thoughts onto paper in a that-makes-sense-type-of-way… especially as I think I’m a unique soul and others don’t experience what I’m about to say, but I shall try….
There are two moments I often encounter. Two opposite moments that always occur in sequence.
Moment #1 is when I’m encountered with delicious (bad) food, cough truffles cough....
Things I have eaten so far today:
Chocolate Truffle #1
Chocolate Truffle #2
Large Coffee.
I know… sooo bad! I don’t know what came over me, the left over truffles were just calling my name! I promise I’ll eat healthy the rest of the day. Scout’s honour.
In other news I’m going to a cottage this weekend with 8 million boys. I’m very nervous. It’s...
Out with the Old, In with the New?
I’ve hit the awkward phase. The awkward clothing phase that is. That bitter-sweet clothing phase.
Sweet in the tense that “wahoo! I’ve lost weight and now my clothes aren’t fitting,” but bitter in the sense that “crap, my clothes don’t fit, and I don’t want to spend any money on new clothes because technically I’ll only be wearing them for 1...
