I'm at 125.2. Because I'm fat. Because I let go for a few months and smoke too much weed. But I'm back. And I'm serious. I'm going to start updating my weekly calendar weigh ins. Every Friday morning. Picture diary will come back. I'm going to need help restricting again. Maybe get a red bracelet to remind me what I'm doing and who I am.
Be cause this is me now. I thought I was done after my little run. I left because I didn't care anymore and felt like a poser wannarexic that wasted your time.
But I'm not. I let it loose and now nothing can get it back inside me. Even if I think I'm okay for months, I'm not. The thoughts never left. And I loved the control I had. Nothing could stop me. People were jealous of my dedication. I could diet, I could work out for hours, and I was losing weight. They were not. But they're not like us. They aren't strong like us. And I'm going to give them something to really envy.
It'll be hard, but I'm trying to ease into restricting. But maybe hitting hard will shock me into sudden loss. That'd be awesome.
A fourth of an apple for brek so far, don't know about the rest of the day.
Any tips for getting me back to restricting? How often to eat to keep up my metabolism? I used to know these things...