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A good indicator of my mental state is that I started picking up the plates and trash that has accumulated on my bed to take them out and grabbed my ice coffee bottle and felt that there was a little bit left in it and I almost cried x)
I’m still a dope #10
How have I survived ten weeks of this bullshit. It’s incredible. Also “ooo im not gonna be so strict next week” my ass.
Monday: 571 calories
Tuesday: 593 calories
Wednesday: 550 calories
Thursday: 539 calories
Friday: 563 calories
Saturday: 581 calories
I don’t even want to comment anymore ok. I’m just tired and I want to eat a goddamned isler. (click through it is AMAZING)
So… the goal would be… 76kg I guess which is ridiculous. 76.5kg would be more realistic I guess. If I’m not at 76.5kg I’m not allowing myself the hamburger. Which would be… a shame… I’d say I’m not feeling good about this week either but like… ugh… what’s the point…
……
alright so I’m 74.9kg shut up.
(that is weird tho, I think I must have been less last week because 2.7kg in a week is a bit absurd even for the amount I eat)

sometimes i have to think like
is everyone as lonely as i am? what if they are. but they cant be right like you guys meet peopel all the time u have friends and stuff irl right? all my coworkers they hang out with their friends all the time so what went wrong with me? whhy am i this way yo? i just feel like nobody shjould have to deal with being around me you know?,its way too sad and stuff. like id be doing everyone a favour if i just wasnt around

where’s this etsy shop shipping from, the fucking MOON?!?!?
i was about to cross the road today and there was only one car coming so i waited for it but then it like legit slowed down and stopped in front of me to let me cross. like… it was literally the only car and i’d waited for about five seconds before it stopped and should’ve waited like two more to be able to cross. i looked at the driver but couldnt exactly see their face but i could see them gesture to me to cross so i tried to smile and wave thank you. and idk why but i kinda feel weird about this like why the heck did they go out of their way to let me cross.
like iTS NICE BUT ITS WEIRD TO ME IDK
im eating my hamburger and its so fucking good.
i would go fucking crazy without these sundays.
Hnnynyyyyy :[ #9
I… hate….
This week I took it super strict because I was so disappointed last week. Please keep your judgments to yourself, I know I’m a fucking idiot.
Monday: 584 calories
Tuesday: 579 calories
Wednesday: 562 calories
Thursday: 570 calories
Friday: 572 calories
Saturday: 526 calories
I only worked out once this week because I just have no spACE I just have no goddamned space I’m so pissed because of it. Alright so… I was 79.4 last week. Obviously the minimum is 78.4… which I don’t feel like I’m gonna hit… but it’d be still nice. 78kg would be ideal… I’m just kinda disheartened atm.
Sunday edit: ok I’m 77.6kg no need to panic lol. Imma eat the biggest hamburger in a few minutes lol good job me.

Yay survived today and actually got some pretty nice compliments at the family get-together too. I was nervous they’d tease me about my diet but they didn’t, they were actually very nice and supportive which is… a first I guess x)
Also put on my big girl pants and went out with makeup and it also worked out well? My cousin said my skin looked nice and idk if she knew I had makeup on cause if she didn’t then that means it looks ~natural and stuff which is exactly what I was going for.
We went out shopping for New Clothes today since most of my old ones look like a potato sack on me now and umm last time (last winter, actually) we went shopping for jeans I had to get a size 37 (like, idk what measurement system that shop uses ok, it said size 37) and this time I fit in a size 33 (my waist is currently 66-68cm i think so thats a UK size 8 maybe?).
And Boy.
Lemme tell ya.
I feel like I have to mention every time that I hate that I care about my weight but…
In my 25 years of life, this was the first time ever I went into a fitting room and did NOT come out feeling like I just want to cry and never leave my house again.