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2nd day of fasting over and done with, according to my fitness pal app if I keep this up I’ll be 99lbs in 5 weeks. I will do my damnedest to maintain this, oh how I would love to be that small…
Wish I could cut off all the fat on my body..then burn it
Well today is the fashion show, I managed to put myself back up to 120..and I truly hate myself. I just want to crawl under a rock and wither away. Never to be seen again by man kind.
I really do love my boyfriend but I hate how he feeds me all the time..
Not a good day to say in the least. I binged and purged 3 times today..3 fucking times. I don’t understand why I continue to do this to myself, I know it’s harmful and my love of my life hates that I do. We fight every time the topic comes up and yet I never stop. I have said it once and I’ll keep saying it. This is an addiction, a drug. Once you start it’d hard to stop, even if it means all the things and people around you that can put a smile on your face, even on the worst of days.
I feel like if I’m not completely depressed and on the edge of killing myself I cant lose weight. Like I have no motivation…
I had a chicken strip basket at work, but I couldn’t hold it down..it just comes up so easily..like my body is physically forcing I out…